So While Our Art Cannot, As We

I Don't Like To Go To Theaters, Because I Don't Like The Way Most People Behave In Theaters.

Kerosene," He Said, Because The Silence Had Lengthened, "is Nothing But Perfume To Me.

He Lay Far Across The Room From Her, On A Winter Island Separated By An Empty Sea. She Talked To Him For What Seemed A Long While And She Talked About This And She Talked About That And It Was Only Words, Like The Words He Had Heard Once In A Nursery At A Friend's House, A Two-year-old Child Building Word Patters, Like Jargon, Making Pretty Sounds In The Air.

There Is Too Much Government Today. We've Got To Remember The Government Should Be By The People, Of The People, And For The People.

Oh, What Strange Wonderful Clocks Women Are. They Nest In Time. They Make The Flesh That Holds Fast And Binds Eternity. They Live Inside The Gift, Know Power, Accept, And Need Not Mention It. Why Speak Of Time When You Are Time, And Shape The Universal Moments, As They Pass, Into Warmth And Action?