I Believe That Children Long For Form

My Own Feeling Is That The Only Possible Reason For Engaging In The Hard Labor Of Writing A Novel, Is That One Is Bothered By Something One Needs To Understand, And Can Come To Understand Only Through The Characters In The Imagined Situation.

Flowers And Plants Are Silent Presences. They Nourish Every Sense Except The Ear.

We Are All Jellyfish, Too Pitiful And Too Afraid Of Being Disliked To Be Honest.

I Am Not Ready To Die, / But I Am Learning To Trust Death / As I Have Trusted Life.

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.