I never was very good at acting. I never was very good at playing the role. Because the true pretending can only come off in our genuine awareness of the real. Only those of us with the most secure grasp on the real can pretend; can really be good at...
In the act of creation, as in all the arts, the soul should be felt in the face and the fingers and the tongue, even in the cavities.
To own beauty is the first lie of it.
The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.
Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round ...
