That's what the shaman said. He didn't know what he was up against. He didn't expect the strength and weight and evil intensity of this spirit, this "entity," as he called it. The same way the priest in an exorcism has to take on the spirit.

I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone.

What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

If you want to make order, put your own heart in order, and, having put one's heart in order, one can regulate the family order.

The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!

It's never to late to do nothing at all.

America, why are your libraries full of tears?