Whatever Peace I Know Rests In The

I Cannot Understand Why Poetry Is Not Taught At Schools As A Way Of Seeing, A Quick, Untiring Path To Essentials.

One Must Think Like A Hero To Behave Like A Merely Decent Human Being.

We Are All Jellyfish, Too Pitiful And Too Afraid Of Being Disliked To Be Honest.

Loneliness Is The Poverty Of Self; Solitude Is The Richness Of Self.

He [the Cat] Wound Himself Around Her Legs, Purring The Purr Of Ardent Desire Like A Kettle Coming To A Boil And Then Bubbling Very Fast.