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Behaviour That's Admired Is The Path To Power Among People Everywhere.

I Have Begun To Think Of Life As A Series Of Ripples Widening Out From An Original Center.

If Self Is A Location, So Is Love: Bearings Taken, Markings, Cardinal Points, Options, Obstinacies, Dug Heels, And Distance, Here And There And Now And Then, A Stance.

Poetry Is Language In Orbit.

Poetry Cannot Afford To Lose Its Fundamentally Self-delighting Inventiveness, Its Joy In Being A Process Of Language As Well As A Representation Of Things In The World.