In My Plays I Want To Look

It's Always Our Touches Of Vanity That Manage To Betray Us.

Poetry Is The Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement... Says Heaven And Earth In One Word... Speaks Of Himself And His Predicament As Though For The First Time.

In Our Plain Defects We Already Know The Brotherhood Of Man.

One Day I Shall Burst My Bud Of Calm And Blossom Into Hysteria.

We Must Each Find Our Separate Meaning In The Persuasion Of Our Days Until We Meet In The Meaning Of The World.