Death Persecutes Before It Executes.

... Woman Is Frequently Praised As The More "creative" Sex. She Does Not Need To Make Poems, It Is Argued; She Has No Drive To Make Poems, Because She Is Privileged To Make Babies. A Pregnancy Is As Fulfilling As, Say, Yeats' Sailing To Byzantium.... To Call A Child A Poem May Be A Pretty Metaphor, But It Is A Slur On The Labor Of Art.

Very Bright Teeth As Big And Orderly As Piano Keys.

Awe Consumes Any Brand That Ignites It.

The Imagination Is A Species Of Knowledge, Knowledge That Can Take The Form Of Discovery.

Above All, A Book Is A Riverbank For The River Of Language. Language Without The Riverbank Is Only Television Talk - A Free Fall, A Loose Splash, A Spill.