And An Equation Is The Same Whether

It's Not The Gods But Our Own Hearts We Need To Fear. The Evil Starts Against All Odds Not There But Here.

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

You Know, I Can Imagine Not Writing A Novel And Writing Poetry Only.

What Is The Difference Between My Life And My Love? One Gets Me Low, The Other Lets Me Go.

Those Books Of Mine That Are Remunerative - I'm Not Talking About Poetry Here - Take Years To Write, And I Am Never Sure They'll Be Successful. So Writing Is A Risk In More Senses Than One.