Tranquillity Is Contagious, Peace Is

Stations And Airports Are Rehearsals For Separations By Death.

The Inner Chambers Of The Soul Are Like The Photographer's Darkroom. Like A Laboratory. One Cannot Stay There All The Time Or It Becomes The Solitary Cell Of The Neurotic.

Secrets. Need To Disguise. The Novel Was Born Of This.

He Has, Like Me, A Sense Of Smell. I Let Him Inhale Me, Then I Slip Away.

The Fiery Moments Of Passionate Experience Are The Moments Of Wholeness And Totality Of The Personality.