January, Month Of Empty Pockets!

A Kindly Gesture Bestowed By Us On An Animal Arouses Prodigies Of Understanding And Gratitude.

When She Raises Her Eyelids It's As If She Were Taking Off All Her Clothes.

To A Poet, Silence Is An Acceptable Response, Even A Flattering One.

I Went To Collect The Few Personal Belongings Which...i Held To Be Invaluable: My Cat, My Resolve To Travel, And My Solitude.

Books, Books, Books. It Was Not That I Read So Much. I Read And Re-read The Same Ones. But All Of Them Were Necessary To Me. Their Presence, Their Smell, The Letters Of Their Titles, And The Texture Of Their Leather Bindings.