The Art Of The Quoter

I Saw Corpses, And Grew Used To Their Unimportant Look, For A Dead Man Without Any Of The Panoply Of Death Is A Desperately Insignificant Object.

Some Countries You Love. Some Countries You Hate. Canada Is A Country You Worry About.

Art Is Wine And Experience Is The Brandy We Distill From It.

I Am Quite A Wise Old Bird, But I Am No Desert Hermit Who Can Only Prophesy When His Guts Are Knotted With Hunger. I Am Deep In The Old Man’s Puzzle, Trying To Link The Wisdom Of The Body With The Wisdom Of The Spirit Until The Two Are One.

We Live In A World Where Bulk Is Equated With Quality.