You can read everybody. It's not even interesting to tell the truth because to some extent it's false.

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

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

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.

I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.

What does not change is the will to change

I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.