What You Get Is No Longer What

I Was Sand, I Was Snow—written On, Rewritten, Smoothed Over.

Once You Publish A Book, It Is Out Of Your Control. You Cannot Dictate How People Read It.

Her Glass Wings Are Gone.

Hope Drives Us To Invent New Fixes For Old Messes, Which In Turn Create Ever More Dangerous Messes. Hope Elects The Politician With The Biggest Empty Promise; And As Any Stockbroker Or Lottery Seller Knows, Most Of Us Will Take A Slim Hope Over Prudent And Predictable Frugality. Hope, Like Greed, Fuels The Engine Of Capitalism.

Everybody Acts As If They Have Free Will. They Act As If They Can Make These Decisions; Do They Know They Don't? I Think There's Been Some Back-down On The Idea That Everything Is Determined.