Night. Heavenly Delicious Sweet Night Of The

The Truth Of Course Was Otherwise, But Lecha Had Never Felt She Owed Anyone The Truth, Unless It Was Truth About Their Own Lives, And Then They Had To Pay Her To Tell Them.

As Long As The Hummingbird Had Not Abandoned The Land, Somewhere There Were Still Flowers, And They Could All Go On.

For A Long Time He Had Been White Smoke. He Did Not Realize That Until He Left The Hospital, Because White Smoke Had No Consciousness Of Itself. It Faded Into The White World Of Their Bed Sheets And Walls; It Was Sucked Away By The Words Of Doctors Who Tried To Talk To The Invisible Scattered Smoke... They Saw His Outline But They Did Not Realize It Was Hollow Inside.

The Snow ... Came In Thick Tufts Like New Wool - Washed Before The Weaver Spins It.

The Only Way To Get Change Is Not Through The Courts Or - Heaven Forbid - The Politicians, But Through A Change Of Human Consciousness And Through A Change Of Heart. Only Through The Arts - Music, Poetry, Dance, Painting, Writing - "can We Really Reach Each Other.