If You Are Required To Kill Someone

A Story Is Like Something You Wind Out Of Yourself. Like A Spider, It Is A Web You Weave, And You Love Your Story Like A Child.

I Think Joy Is Just As Instructive As Pain, And I Like It Better. I Never Meant To Suffer Any More Than I Could Help; My Nature Was Meant For Happiness, A Daylight Art And Living.

I Was Always Restless, Always A Roving Spirit. When I Was A Little Child I Was Always Running Away. I Never Got Very Far, But They Were Always Having To Come And Fetch Me. Once When I Was About Six, My Father Came To Get Me Somewhere I'd Gone, And He Told Me Later He'd Asked Me, "why Are You So Restless? Why Can't You Stay Here With Us?" And I Said To Him, "i Want To Go And See The World. I Want To Know The World Like The Palm Of My Hand.

The Arts Do Live Continuously, And They Live Literally By Faith; Their Names And Their Shapes And Their Uses And Their Basic Meanings Survive Unchanged In All That Matters Through Times Of Interruption, Diminishment, Neglect; They Outlive Governments And Creeds And The Societies, Even The Very Civilization That Produced Them. They Cannot Be Destroyed Altogether Because They Represent The Substance Of Faith And The Only Reality. They Are What We Find Again When The Ruins Are Cleared Away.

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.