It's Not A Pretty World, Papa.' 'i've

You Have To Want To Listen To It, And Then You Can Hear It. It Has A Strange, Beautiful Texture. It Doesn't Always Talk. Sometimes-sometimes It Cries, And You Can Hear The Pain Of The World In It. It Hurts To Listen To It Then. But You Have To.

I Won't Talk To You About My Family And You Won't Talk To Me About Yours. Family Talk Is Either Boring Or Self-pitying. Or It's Gothic, Like A Faulkner Novel. Who Needs To Talk About It? It's Enough To Live It.

There Is In My Work A Very Strong Religious Foreground And Background. In The Later Work Some Of That Tends To Diminish, But It's Certainly Present In The Early Work.

A Life Is Measured By How It Is Lived For The Sake Of Heaven.

I Don't Work On My Sabbath. I Write Five-and-a-half Or Six Days A Week.