To Write You Must Be Warm, Fed,

A Writer Can Have Only One Language, If Language Is Going To Mean Anything To Him.

Dear, I Can't Write, It's All A Fantasy: A Kind Of Circling Obsession.

What Are Days For? Days Are Where We Live.

Novels Seem To Me To Be Richer, Broader, Deeper, More Enjoyable Than Poems.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.