A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.

My name is only an anagram of toilets.

All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment.

There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.

In the end is my beginning.

Turn things you've always wanted to do, into things you've done

I love reading another reader’s list of favorites. Even when I find I do not share their tastes or predilections, I am provoked to compare, contrast, and contradict. It is a most healthy exercise, and one altogether fruitful.