The Dream Police Will Not Let Me

One Can Be Tired Of Rome After Three Weeks And Feel One Has Exhausted It; After Three Months One Feels That One Has Not Even Scratched The Surface Of Rome; And After Six Months One Wishes Never To Leave It.

All Acts Performed In The World Begin In The Imagination.

Every House We Have Lived In, Every Building To Which Our Hands Have Lent Their Work, Belongs To Us By Virtue Of Love Or Of Regret.

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .

Porches Are America's Lost Rooms.