“And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.”

“What if we had walked a different path one day, would some small incident have nudged us elsewhere the way a pebble tossed into a brook might change the course a hundred miles downstream?”

“Breton considered suicide the truest art, though life seemed hardly worth the trouble to discard.”

“The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always- greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.”

“Dali dreamed of Hitler as a white-skinned girl- impossibly pale, luminous and lifeless as the moon.”

“This is the feast of our mortality, the most mundane and human holiday.”

“This last mute touch that lingers is farewell.”