Real Worship Involves Waiting.

The Bicycle Is The Most Civilized Conveyance Known To Man. Other Forms Of Transport Grow Daily More Nightmarish. Only The Bicycle Remains Pure In Heart.

I Just Enjoy Translating, It's Like Opening One's Mouth And Hearing Someone Else's Voice Emerge.

The Talk Of Lovers Who Have Just Declared Their Love Is One Of Life's Most Sweet Delights. Each Vies With The Other In Humility, In Amazement At Being So Valued. The Past Is Searched For The First Signs And Each One Is In Haste To Declare All That He Is So That No Part Of His Being Escapes The Hallowing Touch.

To Be A Complete Victim May Be Another Source Of Power.

So We Live; A Spirit That Broods And Hovers Over The Continual Death Of Time, The Lost Meaning, The Unrecaptured Moment, The Unremembered Face, Until The Final Chop That Ends All Our Moments And Plunges That Spirit Back Into The Void From Which It Came.