...and Yet I Am What They Think

In Those Days It Was Either Live With Music Or Die With Noise, And We Chose Rather Desperately To Live.

...and Yet I Am What They Think I Am.

God Is Love, I Said, But Art's The Possibility Of Forms, And Shadows Are The Source Of Identity.

When American Life Is Most American It Is Apt To Be Most Theatrical.

What And How Much Had I Lost By Trying To Do Only What Was Expected Of Me Instead Of What I Myself Had Wished To Do?