Words, In Their Distant Past, Have The

A Book Is Always An Emergence Above Everyday Life. A Book Is Expressed Life And Thus Is An Addition To Life.

Our House Is Our Corner Of The World.

A House That Has Been Experienced Is Not An Inert Box. Inhabited Space Transcends Geometrical Space.

The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes Only The Body. It Rarely Sets The Soul At Rest. The Repose Of The Night Does Not Belong To Us. It Is Not The Possession Of Our Being. Sleep Opens Within Us An Inn For Phantoms. In The Morning We Must Sweep Out The Shadows.

Words Are Clamor-filled Shells. There's Many A Story In The Miniature Of A Single Word!