The theme of Death is to Poetry what Mistaken Identity is to Drama.
There is no truly global justice.
God invented mankind because he loved silly stories.
There's no such thing as a mistake, really. It's just an opportunity to do something else.
Moral authority has been laid to rest, world opinion is no more than a game show and the difference between good and evil is about as relevant as changing channels.
Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man's restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.
Call immediately. Time is running out. We both need to do something monstrous before we die.
The day that I can no longer receive Our Lord in Holy Communion, Our Lord Himself will come to take me.
As though prayer could simply pluck sin out. But any woman knows that a thread, once woven, is fixed in place; the only way to smooth a mistake is to let it all unravel.
We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.
My method is related to an attempt to do something that might be understood by today's world, or that could at least provide understanding. In other words, doing something I understand and that everyone understands. This natural desire for communication is also found in other domains, like reading and discourse, etc. I also hate repeating myself; it gives me no pleasure whatsoever. Once I've understood something, I need to start off on new ground.