“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?”

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

“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.”

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

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

“This last mute touch that lingers is farewell.”