We Write Poems / As Leaves Give

As A Seasoned Insomniac, I Knew Sometimes The Way To Beat Sleeplessness Was To Outwit It: To Pretend You Didn't Care About Sleeping. Then Sometimes Sleep Became Piqued, Like A Rejected Lover, And Crept Up To Try To Seduce You.

I Believe That There's A Force Of Life In The Universe, And That When We're Writing Or Making Music Or Painting, We're Likely To Connect With That Flow.

Faith Is The Knowledge Of The Heart, Logick The Knowledge Of The Mind.

Writers Do Not Choose Their Subjects; Their Subjects Choose Them.

Why Do Analysts Always Answer A Question With A Question?