When You Play Chess Alone It's Always

When People Ask Me How To Find Happiness In Life I Tell Them, First Learn How To Cook.

Only Brooms Know The Devil Still Exists, That The Snow Grows Whiter After A Crow Has Flown Over It

Making Art In America Is About Saving One's Soul.

I Was Already Dozing Off In The Shade, Dreaming That The Rustling Trees Were My Many Selves Explaining Themselves All At The Same Time So That I Could Not Make Out A Single Word. My Life Was A Beautiful Mystery On The Verge Of Understanding, Always On The Verge! Think Of It!

One Writes Because One Has Been Touched By The Yearning For And The Despair Of Ever Touching The Other.