Death Deserves Dignity.

I Seem To Have The Blind Self-acceptance Of The Eccentric Who Can't Conceive That His Eccentricities Are Not Clearly Understood.

It Is A Joy To Be Choked With Thought.

I Am Deeply Moved When I Write. I Get Turned On By It. I've Never Used Any Drugs For Stimulation. I Don't Use Words Loosely. When I'm Working And The Right Word Comes, There Is An Answering Resonance Within Me. There Is Also A Hardness Of Intention That Goes With It. There Is No Idleness In It.

Hapiness Can Only Be Found If You Can Free Yourself Of All Other Distractions.

Language Is A Spiritual Mansion In Which You Live And Nobody Has The Right To Evict You.