[america Is] The Land Where People Find

An Empty Bus Hurtles Through The Starry Night Perhaps The Driver Is Singing And Happy Because He Sings.

Melancholy Has Ceased To Be An Individual Phenomenon, An Exception. It Has Become The Class Privilege Of The Wage Earner, A Mass State Of Mind That Finds Its Cause Wherever Life Is Governed By Production Quotas.

Art Is Uncompromising, And Life Is Full Of Compromises.

Lies That Do Not Hurt, Which Are Different From Lies That Protect Oneself Or Hurt Another Person. That Is Not My Business. But The Truth Is Mostly Very Boring, And You Can Help It Along With Lies. There Is No Harm In That.

Writers Know That Sometimes Things Are There In The Drawer For Decades Before They Finally Come Out And You Are Capable Of Writing About Them.