When I Don't Write, I Feel My

We Cannot Cure The Evils Of Politics With Politics.

I Sat There For Three Hours And Did Not Feel The Time Or The Boredom Of Our Talk And Its Foolish Disconnection. As Long As I Could Hear His Voice, I Was Quite Lost, Quite Blind, Quite Outside My Own Self.

Introspection Is A Devouring Monster. You Have To Feed It With Much Material, Much Experience, Many People, Many Places, Many Loves, Many Creations, And Then It Ceases Feeding On You.

Life Shrinks Or Expands In Proportion To One's Courage.

My Diary Seems To Keep Me Whole.