And I Said To Myself:

It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.

The Memory Of My Father Is Wrapped Up In White Paper, Like Sandwiches Taken For A Day Of Work. Just As A Magician Takes Towers And Rabbits Out Of His Hat, He Drew Love From His Small Body.

Every Intelligent Person, Whether Hes An Artist Or Not - A Mathematician, A Doctor, A Scientist - Possesses A Poetic Way Of Seeing And Describing The World.

The Phrase I Like To Use To Describe My Sense Of Time-a Play On Comparative Literature - Is Comparative Time.

Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting In A Glass House Drinking Tea, It Reflects Politics.