Religion seems to have always offered us that false duality ... the silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.

There is no doubt that I have discovered the ultimate in stagnant human societies. The Bikura have realized the human dream of immortality and have paid for it with their humanity and their immortal souls.

Words were like objects, making the idea more solid -- less a poisonous gas and more a ... cube of crystallized thought.

What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?

Religion seems to have always offered us that false duality ... the silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.

Belief in one's identity as a poet or writer prior to the acid test of publication is as naive and harmless as the youthful belief in one's immortality... and the inevitable disillusionment is just as painful.

Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.