I've Often Said If I

I Said I Was Ready To Die Recently, And I Think I Was Exaggerating.that Declaration Of Readiness, No Matter What The Outcome, That's A Part Of Everyone's Soul.

Deprivation Is The Mother Of Poetry.

Most Of The Time One Is Discouraged By The Work, But Now And Again By Some Grace Something Stands Out And Invites You To Work On It, To Elaborate It Or Animate It In Some Way. It's A Mysterious Process.

My Interest In This Pack Of Failures Betrays My Character.

And Here You Are Hurried, And Here You Are Gone; And Here Is The Love, That It's All Built Upon.