Not Only Does God Play

I Hadn't Known There Were So Many Idiots In The World Until I Started Using The Internet.

Is A Mountain Only A Huge Stone? Is A Planet An Enormous Mountain?

No One Reads; If Someone Does Read, He Doesn't Understand; If He Understands, He Immediately Forgets.

I See A Poem As A Multi-coloured Strip Behind Peeling Plaster, In Separate, Shining Fragments.

Good Books Tell The Truth, Even When They're About Things That Never Have Been And Never Will Be. They're Truthful In A Different Way