A bush-warbler, Coming to the verandah-edge, Left its droppings On the rice-cakes.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel SketchesTechnical people don't make good slaves. Without their wholehearted cooperation, things fall apart.
A Deepness in the SkyI knew I was in deep shit. I didn’t know how deep—just that I still hadn’t touched bottom.
Beginner's LukeThere are words and words and none mean anything. And then one sentence means everything.
The Narrow Road to the Deep NorthI don't like mixed colors that much, like plum color or deep, deep colors that are hard to define.
Ellsworth Kelly