Sometimes One Who Thinks Himself Incomplete Is

Nobody These Days Holds The Written Word In Such High Esteem As Police States Do.

What Harbor Can Receive You More Securely Than A Great Library?

Who Are We, Who Is Each One Of Us, If Not A Combinatoria Of Experiences, Information, Books We Have Read, Things Imagined?

It Is Not The Voice That Commands The Story: It Is The Ear.

Work Stops At Sunset. Darkness Falls Over The Building Site. The Sky Is Filled With Stars. "there Is The Blueprint," They Say.