One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

“Sleeplessness is like metaphysics. Be there.”

“The time of minor poets is coming. Good-by Whitman, Dickinson, Frost. Welcome y…”

“He who cannot howl will not find his pack.”

“There’s a book called“A Dictionary of Angels.”No one has opened it in fifty yea…”