You Marry The Day You Realize The

Balance Is Not To Be Sought By Association With Others; It Must Exist Within One's Self.

All Unlived Emotions Turn To Inanity.

You Live Like This, Sheltered, In A Delicate World, And You Believe You Are Living.

The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.

Ordinary Life Does Not Interest Me. I Seek Only The High Moments. I Am In Accord With The Surrealists, Searching For The Marvelous. I Want To Be A Writer Who Reminds Others That These Moments Exist; I Want To Prove That There Is Infinite Space, Infinite Meaning, Infinite Dimension. But I Am Not Always In What I Call A State Of Grace. I Have Days Of Illuminations And Fevers. I Have Days When The Music In My Head Stops. Then I Mend Socks, Prune Trees, Can Fruits, Polish Furniture. But While I Am Doing This I Feel I Am Not Living.