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I Must Read. I Must Read. I Must Read.

Some People Reflect Light, Some Deflect It, You By Some Miracle, Seem To Collect It.

And Where There Is No Echo There Is No Description Of Space Or Love. There Is Only Silence.

I Do Not Know Anything About Art With A Capital A. What I Do Know About Is My Art. Because It Concerns Me. I Do Not Speak For Others. So I Do Not Speak For Things Which Profess To Speak For Others. My Art, However, Speaks For Me. It Lights My Way.

Literature Is Capable Of Being A Subject That People Want To Catch Up On Or Discuss, Whether At A Coffee Shop Or A Watercooler. It Can Become An Intrinsic Part Of Their Dialogue.