“The streamers of my consciousness waver out and are perpetually torn and distressed by their disorder.”

“A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.”

“I don't know about you, but I practice a disorganized religion. I belong to an unholy disorder. We call ourselves "Our Lady of the Perpetual Astonishment”

“Pittsburgh entered the core of my heart when I was a boy and cannot be torn out.”

“Near the snow,near the sun , in the highest fieldSee how those names are feted by the wavering grass,And by the streamers of white cloud,And whispers of wind in the listening sky;The names of those who in their lives have fought for life,Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.Born of the sun they traveled a short while towrads the sun.And left the vivid air signed with their honour.”

“I waver between a cop-out agnostic and principled atheism ”