In Times Of Joy, All

Behind The Corpse In The Reservoir, Behind The Ghost On The Links, Behind The Lady Who Dances And The Man Who Madly Drinks, Under The Look Of Fatigue, The Attack Of Migraine And The Sigh There Is Always Another Story, There Is More Than Meets The Eye.

Thank God For Books As An Alternative To Conversation.

Men Will Pay Large Sums To Whores For Telling Them They Are Not Bores.

A Poet Is, Before Anything Else, A Person Who Is Passionately In Love With Language.

When Someone Between Twenty And Forty Says, Apropos Of A Work Of Art, 'i Know What I Like,' He Is Really Saying 'i Have No Taste Of My Own But Accept The Taste Of My Cultural Milieu.