In Some Lost Fold Of

The American Mirror, Said The Voice, The Sad American Mirror Of Wealth And Poverty And Constant Useless Metamorphosis, The Mirror That Sails And Whose Sails Are Pain.

If Life Is Misery, Why Do We Endure It?

For A Moment The Two Of Them Looked At Each Other, Wordless, As If They Were Asleep And Their Dreams Had Converged On Common Ground, A Place Where Sound Was Alien.

I'm An Educated Man, The Prisons I Know Are Subtle Ones.

Reading Is More Important Than Writing.