The Treasures Of The Earth

Writing Is Still My Main Career, But I Would Love, For Instance, To Serve In The New York State Assembly.

When You Die, You Know, You Hear The Insistent Pounding That Defines All Things, Whether Of Matter Or Energy, Since There Is Nothing In The Universe, Really, But Proportion.

The Human Race Is Intoxicated With Narrow Victories, For Life Is A String Of Them Like Pearls That Hit The Floor When The Rope Breaks, And Roll Away In Perfection And Anarchy.

And They'll Vote For Me Because I'm The Best Liar, Because I Do It Honestly, With A Certain Finesse. They Know That Lies And Truth Are Very Close, And That Something Beautiful Rests Between.

To Be Mad Is To Feel With Excruciating Intensity The Sadness And Joy Of A Time Which Has Not Arrived Or Has Already Been.