No Poem, Not Even Shakespeare Or Milton Or Chaucer, Is Ever Strong Enough To Totally Exclude Every Crucial Precursor Text Or Poem.
I Am Naive Enough To Read Incessantly Because I Cannot, On My Own, Get To Know Enough People Profoundly Enough.
The Sirens Sing Sotto Voce These Days, And The Young Already Have Enough Wax In Their Ears To Pass Them By Without Danger.
Something I Learned Long Ago. It Is Not Necessary To Know What A Person Is Afraid Of. It Is Enough To Know The Person Is Afraid.
If You Improve Or Tinker With Something Long Enough, Eventually It Will Break Or Malfunction.
There's Not Enough Time To Be Disrespecting... Life Is Too Short.
I Think I'm Under The Radar Enough Where I Don't Think I'm Typecast As Anything Yet, So I'm Pretty Free And Clear.
When I Was Thirteen I Basically Asked My Mother If It Was Possible For This To End, That I'd Had Enough Of It. And I Truly Had Had Enough. And That Was Right About The Time That We Got A Call For A Movie Interview.
I'm Not Good Enough, Technically, To Be A Classic Musician. I Lack Discipline.
Apparently There Is No Profit In The Unique, Or Not Enough To Make It Worthwhile To Preserve. Ultimately It Drains The Life Out Of Us, And Existentialism Starts To Make More And More Sense.
