When I was a boy the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.
The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his...
Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?'...
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack....
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
