Compared With Me, A Tree Is Immortal.

Apparently, The Most Difficult Feat For A Cambridge Male Is To Accept A Woman Not Merely As Feeling, Not Merely As Thinking, But As Managing A Complex, Vital Interweaving Of Both.

I Could Feel The Winter Shaking My Bones And Banging My Teeth Together.

The Artist's Life Nourishes Itself On The Particular, The Concrete.

The Frost Makes A Flower, The Dew Makes A Star.

Even Amidst Fierce Flames The Golden Lotus Can Be Planted.