We are all self-made men and women, but only the successful take credit for it.
The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love. ” from “Memoriam
When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.
Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [. . . ] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [. . . ] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.
I wanted a line in a poem to be the hollow ney of the dervish orchestra whose plaintive wail is a call to God. But all I achieved was awkward shrieking. Not even the pure shriek of a reed in the rain.
I see that I must give what I most need.
Trees for example, carry the memory of rainfal. In their rings we read ancient weather - storms, sunlight and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.
As a young man just beginning to publish some short fiction in the t&a magazines, I was fairly optimistic about my chances of getting published; I knew that I had some game, as the basketball players say these days, and I also felt that time was on my side; sooner or later the best-selling writers of the sixties and seventies would either die or go senile, making room for newcomers like me.
We demonstrated what you could do when a band of entrepreneurs settles an empty country with vast resources. The Chinese have a billion people and are running out of water. Tougher problem for sure.
We think there is color, we think there is sweet, we think there is bitter, but in reality there are atoms and a void.
I noticed one thing. According to the ABA statistics, only 3. 5 percent of lawyers in America in 2000 were Hispanic, yet they - Hispanics make up 5 percent of the federal district court judges and 6 percent of circuit court judges.