The Clock Talked Loud. I Threw It

I Could Not Live By Literature If Only To Begin With, Because Of The Slow Maturing Of My Work And Its Special Character.

That's What I Want To Be When I Grow Up, Just A Peaceful Wreck Holding Hands With Other Peaceful Wrecks.

Writers In A Profit Making Economy Are An Exploitable Commodity Whose Works Are Products To Be Marketed, And Are So Judged And Handled.

Lighting Does Occasionally Strike And Occasional The Result Isn't A Corpse.

Think About All That We've Lost That Has Been Said Orally Because Nobody Was Taking It Down. I Feel Very Fortunate To Live In A Time Where We Have So Many Different Voices. We Have A Much Richer Literature Than We've Ever Had, And We Can Know America So Much Better.