“Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.”

“The world revolves like ancient women, gathering fuel in vacant lots.”

“I am moved by fancies that are curledAround these images, and cling:The notion of some infinitely gentleInfinitely suffering thing.Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;The worlds revolve like ancient womenGathering fuel in vacant lots.”

“Wipe your mouth,there's still a tiny bit of bullshit around your lips.”

“Whatever art offered the men and women of previous eras, what it offers our own, it seems to me, is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit. The town I grew up in had many vacant lots; when I go back now, the vacant lots are gone. They were a luxury, just as tigers and rhinoceri, in the crowded world that is making, are luxuries. Museums and bookstores should feel, I think, like vacant lots - places where the demands on us are our own demands, where the spirit can find exercise in unsupervised play.”

“What a conceited ass. I like eye candy as much as the next girl, but you soon learn the truth about candy." ~ JayHe laughs louder this time. "What? That it melts in your mouth and not in your hand?" ~ Kane”