Love Cannot Exorcise The Gifts Of Hate.

Have The Courage To Write Whatever Your Dream Is For Yourself.

Poems Like To Have A Destination For Their Flight. They Are Homing Pigeons.

Loneliness Is The Poverty Of Self; Solitude Is The Richness Of Self.

Your Poems Will Happen When No One Is There.

My Own Feeling Is That The Only Possible Reason For Engaging In The Hard Labor Of Writing A Novel, Is That One Is Bothered By Something One Needs To Understand, And Can Come To Understand Only Through The Characters In The Imagined Situation.