Words Can Never Get At The Truth.

I Always Knew One Thing, That Life Is Made Bearable And Possible And Liveable By The Relations Of One Human Being To Another, The Individual Love And Gentleness Between Persons, Or In Any Case, The Unbreakable Bond That Grows And Fastens Lives Together In All Sorts Of Mysterious Ways.

Freedom Is A Dangerous Intoxicant And Very Few People Can Tolerate It In Any Quantity.

Writing, In Any Sense That Matters, Cannot Be Taught. It Can Only Be Learned By Each Separate One Of Us In His Own Way, By The Use Of His Own Powers Of Imagination And Perception, The Ability To Learn The Lessons He Has Set For Himself.

I Can Pray Better When I'm Comfortable.

The Real Sin Against Life Is To Abuse And Destroy Beauty, Even One's Own Even More, One's Own, For That Has Been Put In Our Care And We Are Responsible For Its Well-being.