Life Is A Process Of One Goneness

The Things That Matter Don't Necessarily Make Sense.

Usually My Starting Point Is Something That I've Seen. It Might Be A Painting, It Might Be An Object. But They Always Start From A Definite Sensory Experience.

I Believe That Most Of Us Would Like To Be Thought Well Of By Horses.

And Now It Seems She's On My Wavelength. That's All I Need. My Mind Isn't Much Of A Comfort To Me But At Least I Thought It Was Private.

Language Is An Archaeological Vehicle... The Language We Speak Is A Whole Palimpsest Of Human Effort And History.