I Know Some Good Marriages-marriages Where Both

There Is Nothing Fiercer Than A Failed Artist. The Energy Remains, But, Having No Outlet, It Implodes In A Great Black Fart Of Rage Which Smokes Up All The Inner Windows Of The Soul. Horrible As Successful Artists Often Are, There Is Nothing Crueler Or More Vain Than A Failed Artist.

What Was Time But A Convention, A Habit Of Mind, A Custom Of Dress?

Without The Gods, How Would I Sing?' I Asked. With Your Own Voice,' He Said.

A Baby's Mother Also Needs A Mother.

Is Perception Equivalent To Existence?