I Was Playing Catch With The European

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

You Can Do Anything, Really. And That, L Think, Is One Of The Exciting Possibilities Of The Present, L Swear, Is The Possibility That The Goddamn Thing Can Be Modaled Throughout.

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.