Always, Worlds Within Worlds.

A Soul Of Water A Soul Of Stone. A Soul By Name A Soul Unknown. The Hours Unmake Our Flesh Our Bone. The Soul Is All And All Alone!

We’re Too Much Ourselves. Afraid Of Letting Go Of What We Are, In Case We Are Nothing, And Holding On So Tight, We Lose Everything Else.

By And Large I Think Art Is Made By People Who Have Discipline Married To Talent In Sufficiently Large Amounts To Work Even If They Don't Feel Like It. Anybody Can Get Maudlin And Decide To Write Poetry At 11 At Night; The Question Is, Can You Do It At 8:30 On A Monday Morning..?

Zombies Are The Liberal Nightmare. Here You Have The Masses, Whom You Would Love To Love, Appearing At Your Front Door With Their Faces Falling Off; And You're Trying To Be As Humane As You Possibly Can, But They Are, After All, Eating The Cat. And The Fear Of Mass Activity, Of Mindlessness On A National Scale, Underlies My Fear Of Zombies.

You’ve Always Got Me” “always?” “didn’t I Just Say So?” “yes” “am I Liar? “ “no.” I Lied.