Flowers And Plants Are Silent Presences. They

Letters Are So Much Easier Than Living. One Can Give One's Best.

If We Are To Understand The Human Condition, And If We Are To Accept Ourselves In All The Complexity, Self-doubt, Extravagance Of Feeling, Guilt, Joy, The Slow Freeing Of The Self To Its Full Capacity For Action And Creation, Both As Human Being And As Artist, We Have To Know All We Can About Each Other, And We Have To Be Willing To Go Naked.

In The Novel Or The Journal You Get The Journey. In A Poem You Get The Arrival.

The Price Of Being Oneself Is So High And Involves So Much Ruthlessness Toward Others (or What Looks Like Ruthlessness In Our Duty-bound Culture) That Very Few People Can Afford It.

One Must Think Like A Hero To Behave Like A Merely Decent Human Being.