Freud Is Finished, Einstein's Next.

A Novel Determines Its Own Size And Shape And I've Never Tried To Stretch An Idea Beyond The Frame And Structure It Seemed To Require.

Doesn't Our Knowledge Of Death Make Life More Precious?' What Good Is A Preciousness Based On Fear And Anxiety? It's An Anxious Quivering Thing

In Our World We Sleep And Eat The Image And Pray To It And Wear It Too.

You Have To Break Through The Structure Of Your Own Stonework Habit Just To Make Yourself Listen.

Certainly I've Never Tried To Imagine What The Future Will Hold. It's A Hopeless Endeavor To Try To Do Such A Thing.