The Idea Of Being Productive, The Idea

Many & Most Moments Go By With Us Hardly Aware Of Their Passage. But Love & Hate & Fear Cause Time To Snag You, To Drag You Down Like A Spider's Web Holding Fast To A Doomed Fly's Wings. And When You're Caught Like That You're Aware Of Every Moment & Movement & Nuance.

Our Collective Freedom... Depends On Our Ability To Defend The Rights Of Others.

Poetry Teaches Us Music, Metaphor, Condensation And Specificity.

I Write Every Day And I Just Love Doing It. It's Just... It's Just A Wonderful Thing. Some Of My Stories Work, Some Of Them Don't Work. Some Of Them Are Wild And I Love Them, But They Certainly Don't Fit Into Any Kind Of A Normal System That I Know About.

That’s How Ptolemy Imagined The Disposition Of His Memories, His Thoughts: They Were Still His, Still In The Range Of His Thinking, But They Were, Many And Most Of Them, Locked On The Other Side A Closed Door That He’s Lost The Key For. So His Memory Became Like Secrets Held Away From His Own Mind. But These Secrets Were Noisy Things; They Babbled And Muttered Behind The Door, And So If He Listened Closely He Might Catch A Snatch Of Something He Once Knew Well.