We Are Finally Driven To Monogamy Not

Poetry Is Fired By Love.

Each Artist Or Writer Who Works In Venice Comes To Believe That The City Yields Its Most Special Secret To Him Or Her Alone.

Compose With Utter Freedom And Edit With Utter Discipline.

I Can Live Without It All - Love With Its Blood Pump, Sex With Its Messy Hungers, Men With Their Peacock Strutting, Their Silly Sexual Baggage, Their Wet Tongues In My Ear.

Faith Is The Knowledge Of The Heart, Logick The Knowledge Of The Mind.