Chris Campanioni, In Conversation Quotes
Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round ...
In the act of creation, as in all the arts, the soul should be felt in the face and the fingers and the tongue, even in the cavities.
The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.
