Dreams Are Essential To Life.

The Truly Faithless One Is The One Who Makes Love To Only A Fraction Of You. And Denies The Rest.

I Sleep With My Feet On Moss Carpets, My Branches In The Cotton Of The Clouds.

The Final Lesson A Writer Learns Is That Everything Can Nourish The Writer.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

There Is A Fissure In My Vision And Madness Will Always Rush Through.