You Can't Eat Language But

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.

A Writer Is A Spectator, Looking At Everything With A Highly Critical Eye.

We Didn't Starve But Nobody Ate Chicken Unless We Were Sick Or The Chicken Was.

Nationality Isn't Soul.

There Is In The Darkness A Unity, If You Will, That Cannot Be Achieved In Any Other Environment, A Blending Of Self With What The Self Perceives, And Exquisite Mystical Experience.