Theory-the seeing of patterns, showing the forest as well as the trees
Blood, Bread, and Poetry: Selected Prose, 1979-1985There were a thousand ways to imagine someone unhappy and so few ways to imagine someone contented.
Still Life with Bread CrumbsI was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread
The Last Night of the Earth PoemsTo offer friendship to one who is looking for love, is like giving bread to someone dying of thirst.
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