“WRITTEN IN PENCIL IN THE SEALED RAILWAY-CARhere in this carloadi am evewith abel my sonif you see my other soncain son of mantell him that i”

“You tell others about Me - that I am a loving God. Your words are glib. My words are written in the blood of My only Son.”

“I feel like everyone who sees me knows what I am. As if it is written on my forehead in bold black ink. Perhaps it is written on my soul, now, and they can see it in my eyes, those windows to my soul.”

“He says, "Keats for my Keats. Look inside."I gently open the cover. Inside, written in pencil,is an old inscription.1903, To my love.-SUnderneath is more pencil, written in Brooklyn's neat print.Even Keats speaks of chaos.There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.All my love,B”

“My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel--it is, before all, to make you see.”

“To my son,If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.”