I Don't Know What It Is I'm

The World May Think It Idiotic, Nor Care At All We're Symbiotic, But I Will Say At Once And Twice: I Find It Nice. I Find It Nice.

I Don't Think Anything Might Have Been. What Is, Is.

Some Tiny Creature, Mad With Wrath, Is Coming Nearer On The Path.

All The Things You Can Talk About In Anyone's Work Are The Things That Are Least Important.... You Can Describe All The Externals Of A Performance - Everything, In Fact, But What Really Constitutes Its Core. Explaining Something Makes It Go Away, So To Speak; What's Important Is What's Left Over After You've Explained Everything Else.

If I Do Not Seem To Be Mentioning Anything I’ve Read Lately, It Is Because I Am In One Of Those Periods Of Undifferentiated Flux Or Something In Which I Am Reading About Fifty, At A Minimum, Books At Once, So Of Course I Seldom Finish One. Eventually This Phase Will Pass, And I’ll Discover I Have About Ten Pages To Go In All Of Them, And Will Sit Down And Systematically Finish Them, One After Another.