I Know Nothing About Letting Go.

I'm Not A Particularly Religious Person, But That Feeling Of Getting Transmissions From Someplace Else, Even If It's From Your Own Consciousness, Is Very, Very Real. To Me, At Least.

When A Good Friend Gives You His Or Her Book, You Don't Want To Read It, Because You're Afraid That It's Not Going Be What You Hope It Can Be.

From A Very Selfish Point Of View, I'm Enchanted By The Idea That A Politician Can Come Along And Speak Simply And Clearly And Truthfully To An Electorate As Though They Are Grown-ups And To Feel The Electorate Respond To That.

I'm Not Sure If That Answers The Question And I Have Absolutely No Problem With Any Major World Religion On Earth.

My Favorite Season Is Autumn, And Maine Is Lovely For That Reason. In Maine, Autumn Begins On July 29. That's When You Start Building A Fire In The Fireplace And The Leaves Literally Start Falling From The Trees. It Is A Cold And Rugged And A Beautiful Place That Reminds You With Its Many Death Traps - Its Painfully Cold Oceans, Its Sharp, Jagged Beaches, And Perilous Cliffsides - That Nature Doesn't Care Whether You Live Or Die.