When I Work I Am Pure As

I Stayed Under The Moon Too Long.i Am Silvered With Lust.dreams Flick Like Minnows Through My Eyes.my Voice Is Trees Tossing In The Wind.i Loose Myself Like A Flock Of Blackbirdsstorming Into Your Face.my Lightest Touch Leaves Blue Prints,bruises On Your Mind.desire Sandpapers Your Skinso Thin I Read The Veins And Arteriesmaps Of Routes I Will Traveltill I Lodge In Your Spine.the Night Is Our Fur.we Curl Inside It Licking.

I'm Probably The Only Novelist Who Has Ever Written About Political Fugitives Who Actually Knew A Lot About Them, Had Contact With Them, And Had A Realistic Notion Of How They Survived.

Every Jewish Holiday Has A Religious Significance, A Historical Significance, And A Relevance To The Time Of Year In The Natural Calendar Of The Seasons And Trees And Growing Things, As Well As A Personal Significance. So You Are Always Looking Backward, Outward, Inward And Forward.

I Find It Easy To Admire In Trees What Depresses Me In People

Looking At My Life Was Very Difficult. I Think I Learned That I Haven't Been As Good A Person As I'm Inclined To Think Of Myself As. I Haven't Been As Good Friend, Haven't Been As Good A Person, Made A Lot Of Mistakes.