You can do anything, really. And that, l think, is one of the exciting possibilities of the present, l swear, is the possibility that the goddamn thing can be modaled throughout.

This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.

An American is a complex of occasions, themselves a geometry of spatial nature.

Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.

Were all moving, moving, moving. Isnt it nice?

I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.

Knowledge is the harvest of attention