Unless The Gentle Inherit The Earth, /

What We Have Not Has Made Us What We Are. / ... / What We Are Not Drives Us To Consummation.

If We Are To Understand The Human Condition, And If We Are To Accept Ourselves In All The Complexity, Self-doubt, Extravagance Of Feeling, Guilt, Joy, The Slow Freeing Of The Self To Its Full Capacity For Action And Creation, Both As Human Being And As Artist, We Have To Know All We Can About Each Other, And We Have To Be Willing To Go Naked.

Though Friendship Is Not Quick To Burn It Is Explosive Stuff.

A Body Without Bones Would Be A Limp Impossible Mess, So A Day Without Steady Routine Would Be Disruptive And Chaotic.

Time Spent With Poets Is Never Wasted.