The World Is Certainty A Sudden Place.

She Wished There Was Some Place Where She Could Go To Hum It Out Loud. Some Kind Of Music Was Too Private To Sing In A House Cram Fall Of People. It Was Funny, Too, How Lonesome A Person Could Be In A Crowded House.

I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

Sometimes This Fellow's Music Was Like Little Colored Pieces Of Crystal Candy, And Other Times It Was The Softest, Saddest Thing She Had Ever Imagined About.

Imagination Takes Humility, Love And Great Courage.

I Have More To Say Than Hemingway, And God Knows, I Say It Better Than Faulkner.