Do You Know What It Means To

I Love New Orleans Physically. I Love The Trees And The Balmy Air And The Beautiful Days. I Have A Beautiful House Here.

Phil Was Mumbling That Reuben Might Become A Writer After All And Writers Had A Way Of "redeeming Everything That Ever Happens To Them.

I Think All Of Us Ordinary Mortals Tend To Mythologize People As Good-looking As You.

I'm Hoping What All Sentient Beings Hope ... That Somehow I'm Part Of Something Larger Than Myself, In Which I Play A Role, An Actual Role That Is Somehow Intended And Meaningful.

Would That Death Were Like This. Would That One Would Sleep And Sleep And Sleep Forever.