I'm A Cynical Idealist.

Well, You Never Knew Exactly How Much Space You Occupied In People's Lives.

I Must Hold In Balance The Sense Of The Futility Of Effort And The Sense Of The Necessity To Struggle; The Conviction Of The Inevitability Of Failure And Still The Determination To 'succeed'-and, More Than These, The Contradiction Between The Dead Hand Of The Past And The High Intentions Of The Future. If I Could Do This Through The Common Ills-domestic, Professional And Personal-then The Ego Would Continue As An Arrow Shot From Nothingness To Nothingness With Such Force That Only Gravity Would Bring It To Earth At Last.

There Was Not A Moving Up Into Vacated Places; There Was Simply An Anachronistic Staying On Between A Vanishing Past And An Incalculable Future.

I Avoided Writers Very Carefully Because They Can Perpetuate Trouble As No One Else Can.

There's So Much Spring In The Air- There's So Much Lazy Sweetness In Your Heart.