Words Are Small Shapes In The Gorgeous

Choice Is A Signature Of Our Species.

I Hate The Fearful Trimming Of Possibilities That Age Brings.

In Manhattan Last Month I Heard A Woman Borrowing The Jargon Of Junkies To Say To Another, 'want To Do Some Chocolate?'

We Try To Exile Ourselves More And More From Nature - Not Always Consciously: We Build Houses; We Dismiss Nature; Nature Has To Be Outside, Because We're Inside. God Forbid Something Like A Cockroach Comes Inside, Or Some Dust.

A Kiss Is Like Singing Into Someone's Mouth.