If You Have Ever Gone Into The

Also I Wanted To Be Able To Love And We All Know How That One Goes, Don't We? Slowly

Look For Verbs Of Muscle, Adjectives Of Exactitude.

Maybe The World, Without Us, Is The Real Poem.

I Love The Line Of Flaubert About Observing Things Very Intensely. I Think Our Duty As Writers Begins Not With Our Own Feelings, But With The Powers Of Observing.

A Dog Can Never Tell You What She Knows From The Smells Of The World, But You Know, Watching Her, That You Know Almost Nothing.