When I Am Working I Immediately Feel

How Much Hope, Expectation, And Sheer Hard Work Goes Into The Smallest Success! There Is No Being Sure Of Anything Except That Whatever Has Been Created Will Change In Time.

Real Joy Is Becoming Exceedingly Rare Among Artists Of Any Kind. And I Have An Idea That Those Who Can And Do Communicate It Are Always People Who Have Had A Hard Time. Then The Joy Has No Smugness Or Self-righteousness In It, Is Inclusive Not Exclusive, And Comes Close To Prayer.

Death Does Frame A Person And Somehow It Is The Good That Stays.

Anyone Who Is Going To Be A Writer Knows Enough At Fifteen To Write Several Novels.

A Holiday Gives One A Chance To Look Backward And Forward; To Reset Oneself By An Inner Compass.