It feels quite cool in a mad way to be someone who skulks about in the shadows.
For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs rising or falling grasping...
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
If we are to fulfill the promise of this great Nation that everybody in...
None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go...
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
