I Demanded A Realm In

Either You Take In Believing In Miracles Or You Stand Still Like The Hummingbird.

Everyman, When He Gets Quiet, When He Becomes Desperately Honest With Himself, Is Capable Of Uttering Profound Truths.

She May Be Lying In Bed Reading A Book, She May Be Making Love With A Prize Fighter, Or She May Be Running Like Mad Through A Field Of Stubble, One Shoe One, One Shoe Off, A Man Named Corn Cob Pursuing Her Hotly. Wherever She Is I Am Standing In Complete Darkness; Her Absence Blots Me Out.

A Book Lying Idle On A Shelf Is Wasted Ammunition.

Each Man Has His Own Way Of Being Himself And Of Saying It So Ultimately That He Can't Be Denied.