Our World Isn't Made Of Earth, Air

Jackson Pollock Said Once, "i Don't Really Feel That Many People In This World Are Alive." He Said, "that's Why I Like You, Tom. You're Alive."

Genius May Stand On The Shoulders Of Giants, But It Stands Alone.

The Oyster Was An Animal Worthy Of New Orleans, As Mysterious And Private And Beautiful As The City Itself. If One Could Accept That Oysters Build Their Houses Out Of Their Lives, One Could Imagine The Same Of New Orleans, Whose Houses Were Similarly And Resolutely Shuttered Against An Outside World That Could Never Be Trusted To Show Proper Sensitivity Toward The Oozing Delicacies Within.

Writing A Novel Is Not So Much A Project As A Journey, A Voyage, An Adventure.

Approfondement Is A French Word That Means 'playing Easily In The Deep.'