If Each Of My Words Were A

Love Is The Revelation Of The Other Person's Freedom.

Contemporary Man Has Rationalized The Myths, But He Has Not Been Able To Destroy Them.

Mineral Cactai, Quicksilver Lizards In The Adobe Walls, The Bird That Punctures Space, Thirst, Tedium, Clouds Of Dust, Impalpable Epiphanies Of Wind. The Pines Taught Me To Talk To Myself. In That Garden I Learnedto Send Myself Off. Later There Were No Gardens.

The Woman Who Died Night After Night And Her Dying Was A Long Goodbye, A Train That Never Left.

The Mexican...is Familiar With Death. [he] Jokes About It, Caresses It, Sleeps With It, Celebrates It. It Is One Of His Favorite Toys And His Most Steadfast Love.