My Advice Is, Do Not Try To

In A Life Properly Lived, You're A River.

Being A Writer Requires An Intoxication With Language.

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)

Zen Is The Vehicle Of Reality.

The Danger Of Civilization, Of Course, Is That You Will Piss Away Your Life On Nonsense.