“All these books are published in Heaven.”

“YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN IN HEAVEN”

“artificial trees, robot sofas,Ignorant cars-One Way Street to Heaven”

“This is the one and onlyfirmament; thereforeit is the absolute world.There is no other world.The circle is complete.I am living in Eternity.The ways of this worldare the ways of Heaven.”

“I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.”

“My books piled up before me for my use waiting in space where I placed them, they haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use -- my words piled up, my texts, my manuscripts, my loves.”

“Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage? Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?”