I Was Cured In My New Infamy

She Was A Sea: And I Had To Swim In Her.

After All, Where Can The Glorious, The Goofy, And The God-like Stand Shoulder To Shoulder?

True Joy Is A Profound Remembering; And True Grief The Same.

With The Inevitability Of A Tongue Returning To Probe A Painful Tooth, We Come Back And Back And Back Again To Our Fears, Sitting To Talk Them Over With The Eagerness Of A Hungry Man Before A Full And Steaming Plate.

I Don't Like To Make A Distinction Between The Writer And The Painter , Finally , Because I Do Both Things Anyway . Everybody's Dreaming And Trying To Put Down Their Dreams In The Way That Their Hand Knows Best . I Feel As Much A Unity , As Much Comradeship , With Painters As I Do Writers .