Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

If poetry and the arts do anything, they can fortify your inner life, your inwardness.

If you go into an underground train in London - probably anywhere, but chiefly in London - there's that sense of almost entering a ghostly dimension. People are very still and quiet; they don't exchange many pleasantries.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.