To Desire To Be What One Can

The Power Of Language, It Seems To Me, Is The Only Kind Of Power A Writer Is Entitled To.

The Engineering Is Secondary To The Vision.

All Politicians Know That Every 'temporary' Political Initiative Promised As A Short-term Poultice Stays On The Books Forever.

In Books, As In Life, There Are No Second Chances. On Second Thought: Its The Next Work, Still To Be Written, That Offers The Second Chance.

A Writer Is Dreamed And Transfigured Into Being By Spells, Wishes, Goldfish, Silhouettes Of Trees, Boxes Of Fairy Tales Dropped In The Mud, Uncles' And Cousins' Books, Tablets And Capsules And Powders...and Then One Day You Find Yourself Leaning Here, Writing On That Round Glass Table Salvaged From The Park View Pharmacy--writing This, An Impossibility, A Summary Of Who You Came To Be Where You Are Now, And Where, God Knows, Is That?