The Painter Who Feels Obligated To Depict

A Person Who Deserves My Loyalty Receives It.

The Real Drug, I Came To Believe, Was Love.

Not Only Did I Avoid Speaking Of Salinger; I Resisted Thinking About Him. I Did Not Reread His Letters To Me. The Experience Had Been Too Painful.

Growing Up In The Fifties And Sixties, I Can Only Remember Knowing One Child, Ever, Whose Parents Got A Divorce, And Hardly Any Whose Mother "worked" At Anything Besides Raising Her Children.

Every Child, Woman, And Man Should Possess License To Speak Or Sing In His Or Her True Voice.