I Am Tired Of Loving A Foreign

Books Are Not Men And Yet They Are Alive.

We Do Not Fight For The Real But For Shadows We Make. A Flag Is A Piece Of Cloth And A Word Is A Sound, But We Make Them Something Neither Cloth Nor A Sound, Totems Of Love And Hate, Black Sorcery-stones.

Whatever Poetry That Was In Me Was Coming Out In The Form Of Constructing Art Books!

I've Been Reading A Lot Lately About Indian Captives. One Woman Who Had Been Captured By The Indians And Made A Squaw Was Resentful When She Was Rescued Because She'd Found That There Was A Lot More Work To Do As The Wife Of A White Man.

Honesty Is As Rare As A Man Without Self-pity.