The World Is Made Up Of Stories,

Whatever Can Happen To Anyone Can Happen To Me.

The Sources Of Poetry Are In The Spirit Seeking Completeness.

Dogma And Shrinking From The External World Are At One Limit Of The Range Of Belief. At The Other Are Science And Poetry And, Indeed, Reality.

I Remember Mother Saying : Inventors Are Like Poets, A Trashy Lot

Flight Is Intolerable Contradiction.