Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.

To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.

I am not likely to die of bashfulness but neither am I prepared to be crucified to attest the perfection of my art. I dislike to hear of any stray heroics on the prowl for me.

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she?

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

All human history moves towards one great goal