“ Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master. Sylvia Plath
“ Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times. Compton Gage
“ He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together: Compton Gage
