A Schedule Is A Mock-up Of Reason

Silence Is Not Our Heritage But Our Destiny; We Live Where We Want To Live.

I Saw In A Blue Haze All The World Poured Flat And Pale Between The Mountains

No One Escapes The Wilderness On The Way To The Promised Land.

Write As If You Were Dying. At The Same Time, Assume You Write For An Audience Consisting Solely Of Terminal Patients. That Is, After All, The Case. What Would You Begin Writing If You Knew You Would Die Soon? What Could You Say To A Dying Person That Would Not Enrage By Its Triviality?

It Is Difficult To Undo Our Own Damage, And To Recall To Our Presence That Which We Have Asked To Leave.