God: has our believing not made you real?

If Vermeer can do it...

I need a cigarette.

I thought the feet of dancers were supposed to be light.

To be no longer surprised that the love of God is not the love of men. Today, at this hour, I have one prayer and it is not for men.

How wide is the abyss and how far can we leap? No, let's not leap - let's dance.

Rather grief than nothing, isn't that right Faulker? Well, we all know what grief did to Faulkner.

"Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders?" Rilke, The First Elegy

O Saint Cecilia, tell me Maderno has not reduced all of you to stone.

Bohemia lies by the sea.