Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue! – Jean Cocteau
There are times when forgetting can be just as important as remembering — and even more difficult. – Harry and Joan Mier, Happiness Begins Before Breakfast
