Breathe-in Experience, Breathe-out Poetry.

Everywhere We Are Told That Our Human Resources Are All To Be Used, That Our Civilization Itself Means The Uses Of Everything It Has - The Inventions, The Histories, Every Scrap Of Fact. But There Is One Kind Of Knowledge - Infinitely Precious, Time-resistant More Than Monuments, Here To Be Passed Between The Generations In Any Way It May Be: Never To Be Used. And That Is Poetry.

Beware Of Those Who Talk About Sacrifice.

What Would Happen If One Woman Told The Truth About Her Life? The World Would Split Open.

Reality Is The Completion Of Experience.

Whatever Can Happen To Anyone Can Happen To Me.