The Mind's Passion Is All

The Necessity Of Poetry Has To Be Stated Over And Over, But Only To Those Who Have Reason To Fear Its Power, Or Those Who Still Believe That Language Is 'only Words' And That An Old Language Is Good Enough For Our Descriptions Of The World We Are Trying To Transform.

The Beauty Of Darkness Is How It Lets You See.

Art, Whose Honesty Must Work Through Artifice, Cannot Avoid Cheating Truth.

If We Had Time And No Money, Living By Our Wits, What Story Would You Tell?

When Someone With The Authority Of A Teacher Describes The World And You’re Not In It, There’s A Moment Of Psychic Disequilibrium, As If You Looked Into A Mirror And Saw Nothing.