One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.

Sometimes a sign or a quote is simply interesting by itself and does not require anything beyond being framed on a page.

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

The other week I wrote a piece on a photograph I got at a flea market, and I got about 70 hits. I think a lot of people must be interested in flea markets.

One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire the walking consciousness in my work - that is, the way I carry on an interior monologue as I walk through this city.