The Future Is Merely A Shadow Which

If We Can Be Sufficient Unto Ourselves, We Need Fear No Entangling Webs.

... What Is Great Poetry, After All, But The Continuation Of The Human Voice After Death?

I Think We’re [men And Women] More Similar. In That We All Deal With Our Fantasy Lives And Sometimes Are Disappointed By Reality.

Souls Have Neither Sex Nor Colour.

Good Sex Is A Mystery. Perhaps Humping And Pumping Is Not A Mystery, But Good Sex Is A Mystery, And How Human Beings Become Truly Intimate Remains A Mystery.