Words. Words. I Play With Words, Hoping

You Only Learn To Be A Better Writer By Actually Writing.

This Is A Catastrophic Universe, Always; And Subject To Hidden Reversals, Upheavals, Changes, Cataclysms, With Joy Never Anything But The Song Of Substance Under Pressure Forced Into New Forms And Shapes.

I Don't Think That The Feminist Movement Has Done Much For The Characters Of Women.

The Worst Superstition Is To Consider Our Own Tolerable.

I Would Not Be At All Surprised To Find Out . . . That The Dimensions Of Buildings Affect Us In Ways We Don't Guess.