I Came Upon A Child Of God,

Sorrow Is So Easy To Express And Yet So Hard To Tell.

I Was Demanding Of Myself A Deeper And Greater Honesty, More And More Revelation In My Work In Order To Give It Back To The People Where It Goes Into Their Lives And Nourishes Them And Changes Their Direction And Makes Light Bulbs Go Off In Their Head And Makes Them Feel. And It Isn't Vague, It Strikes Against The Very Nerves Of Their Life And In Order To Do That You Have To Strike Against The Very Nerves Of Your Own.

The Times You Impress Me The Most Are The Times When You Don't Try.

Augustine, Anne Sexton And Sylvia Plath Are Confessional Writers And All Three Make Me Sick. I Have Nothing In Common With Them.

I See The Entire World As Eden, And Every Time You Take An Inch Of It Away, You Must Do So With Respect.