Put Your Backbone Where Your Wishbone Is.

Every Object Strives For Its Proper Place. A Book Seeks To Be Near Its Truest Admirer. Just As This Helpless Moth Seeks To Be Near The Candle That Infatuates Him.

Everyone Sort Of Sees His Own Life And Times As Being Ephemeral. One Thinks That Everything Good Or Important That Happened, Happened In The Past. But I Think That Seeing Scenes That You Are Used To, But With The Heightening Effects Of Poetry, Perhaps Makes You Value Your Life And Times More Than You Might Otherwise Do.

You Get Your Inspiration - Suggestions - Wherever You Have To, Even From Your Mother.

I Think If Something Is Worth Doing, It's Worth Doing Well. And Worth Thinking About It As Well.

In A Painting, You Can't Make Out Whether The Artist Painted The Left Eye Before The Right Eye. In Chinese Calligraphy, You Can See The Progression Of The Artist's Stroke.