Sometimes It Seems To Stand Still. Like

I Do Believe This: That What We Call Love Is Always Available To Us. And Of Course I'm Not Just Talking About Passion. I'm Talking About Love Where You Just Can't Conceive That Your Life Isn't Perfect, That You Can't Conceive Of Wanting Anything.

I Think In A Way The Great Irony Or Paradox About America Is That It Makes It So Hard For The Sensitive Person, The Artist, The Impressionable Person, The Person Whose Raison D'etre Is To Incarnate The Creative Will, Rather Than To Just Make Money, And Yet That Extreme Difficulty That The Culture Poses For Us Has Created Some Of The Best Artists In The Last Hundred Years.

I Was Sitting At Home And Had A Profound Experience. I Experienced, In All Of My Being, That Someday I Was Going To Die, And It Wouldn't Be Like It Had Been Happening, Almost Dying But Somehow Staying Alive, But I Would Just Die! And Two Things Would Happen Right Before I Died: I Would Regret My Entire Life; I Would Want To Live It Over Again. This Terrified Me. The Thought That I Would Live My Entire Life, Look At It And Realize I Blew It Forced Me To Do Something With My Life.

Sometimes We Have The Absolute Certainty There's Something Inside Us That's So Hideous And Monstrous That If We Ever Search It Out We Won't Be Able To Stand Looking At It. But It's When We're Willing To Come Face To Face With That Demon That We Face The Angel.

One Of The Things That Fascinates Me Is The Music Of Speech.