a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.

I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.

when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns