That ... Is How The World Moves:

The Truth Is The Light And The Light Is The Truth.

I Suspect That All The Agony That Goes Into Writing Is Borne Precisely Because The Writer Longs For Acceptance-but It Must Be Acceptance On His Own Terms.

All Novels Are About Certain Minorities: The Individual Is A Minority.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognize Them And Let It So Remain.

If Social Protest Is Antithetical To Art, What Then Shall We Make Of Goya, Dickens, And Twain?