I Think We Are In Rats’ Alley

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky

The Naming Of Cats Is A Difficult Matter

I Suspect That In Our Loathing Of Totalitarianism, There Is Infused A Good Deal Of Admiration For Its Efficiency.

Can We Only Love Something Created In Our Own Imaginations?

Sometimes Things Become Possible If We Want Them Bad Enough.