A Person Rises On A Word And

We Seem To Believe It Is Possible To Ward Off Death By Following Rules Of Good Grooming.

There Is No Lie In War Or Preparation Of War That Can't Be Defended.

Dying Was Just An Extended Version Of Ash Wednesday.

One Of My Earliest Memories As A Reader - I Don't Know How Old I Was, Quite Young - Was A Poem Of His, Called "fog," And I Remember The First Verse, "the Fog Comes / On Little Cat Feet".

He Wanted Paper And Something To Write With, Some Way To Sustain A Thought, To Place It In The World.