To Commit Suicide Is Easy. To Live

We Speak Of The Masculine And The Feminine, But They Are The Wrong Labels. It Is Really More A Matter Of Poetry Versus Intellectualization.

We Don't Have A Language For The Senses. Feelings Are Images, Sensations Are Like Musical Sounds.

We Write To Taste Life Twice, In The Moment, And In Retrospection.

She Walked In The Shadow Of Rango With A Great Feeling Of Being Taken Out Of Herself, Of Having No Knowledge Of What Was Happening To Her, Merely A Pervading Sense Of Flow.

I Wanted To Remember In Order To Be Able To Return.