The Human Heart Is A Lonely Hunter-but

In The Face Of Brutality I Was Prudent. Before Injustice I Held My Peace. I Sacrificed The Things In Hand For The Good Of The Hypothetical Whole. I Believed In The Tongue Instead Of The Fist. As An Armor Against Oppression I Taught Patience And Faith In The Human Soul. I Know Now How Wrong I Was. I Have Been A Traitor To Myself And To My People. All That Is Rot.

The Most Fatal Thing A Man Can Do Is Try To Stand Alone.

The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

What Are The Sources Of An Illumination? To Me, They Come After Hours Of Searching And Keeping My Soul Ready. Yet They Come In A Flash, As A Religious Phenomenon. The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter Had Such An Illumination, Beginning My Long Search For The Truth Of The Story And Flashing Light Into The Long Two Years Ahead.

The Seed Of The Idea Is Developed By Both Labor And The Unconscious, And The Struggle That Goes On Between Them.