So When I Made Some Money, I

I Couldn't Run A Tight Schedule, And If You're Any Good At Teaching, You Get Sucked Dry Because You Like Your Students And You're Trying To Help Them, But You Don't Have Any Time Left To Write Yourself.

How Wonderful It Was To Love Something Without The Compromise Of Language.

The World That Used To Nurse Us Now Keeps Shouting Inane Instructions. That's Why I Ran To The Woods.

I Was On The Verge Of Jumping Into One Of Those Holes In Life Out Of Which We Emerge A Bit Tattered And Bloody, Though We Remain Sure Nonetheless That We Had To Make The Jump.

I Can Maintain My Sense Of The Sacredness Of Existence Only By Understanding My Own Limitations And Losing My Self-importance.