In The Broken Places, The Light Shines

A Community Is An Alibi For The Failure Of Individual Love.

Reality Is One Of The Possibilities I Cannot Afford To Ignore

We Are So Lightly Here. It Is In Love That We Are Made. In Love We Disappear.

I Feel That, You Know, The Enormous Luck I've Had In Being Able To Make A Living, And To Never Have Had To Have Written One Word That I Didn't Want To Write, To Be Able To Have Satisfied That Dictum I Set For Myself, Which Was Not To Work For Pay, But To Be Paid For My Work - Just To Be Able To Satisfy Those Standards That I Set For Myself Has Been An Enormous Privilege.

Dear Hitler Take Away The Torches I'm Not Guilty I Had To Have This