Very Bright Teeth As Big And Orderly

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

We Are So Placid That The Smallest Tremor Of Objection Is Taken As A Full-scale Revolution.

I Measure My Life In Sentences Pressed Out, Line By Line, Like The Lustrous Ooze On The Underside Of The Snail, The Snail's Secret Open Seam, Its Wound, Leaking Attar.

In Real Life Wishing, Divorced From Willing, Is Sterile And Begets Nothing.

What We Remember From Childhood We Remember Forever - Permanent Ghosts, Stamped, Inked, Imprinted, Eternally Seen.