A Bowen, In The First

To The Sun Rome Owes Its Underlying Glow, And Its Air Called Golden - To Me, More The Yellow Of White Wine; Like Wine It Raises Agreeability To Poetry.

Plot Is The Knowing Of Destination.

Memory Is To Love What The Saucer Is To The Cup.

When You Love Someone All Your Saved Up Wishes Start Coming Out.

Two Things Are Terrible In Childhood: Helplessness (being In Other People's Power) And Apprehension - The Apprehension That Something Is Being Concealed From Us Because It Is Too Bad To Be Told.