When The Beginnings Of Self

It Is Not, As Somebody Once Wrote, The Smell Of Corn Bread That Calls Us Back From Death; It Is The Lights And Signs Of Love And Friendship.

A Page Of Good Prose Remains Invincible.

The Constants That I Look For Are A Love Of Light And A Determination To Trace Some Moral Chain Of Being.

Homesickness Is . . . Absolutely Nothing. Fifty Percent Of The People In The World Are Homesick All The Time. . . . You Don't Really Long For Another Country. You Long For Something In Yourself That You Don't Have, Or Haven't Been Able To Find.

You Can't Expect To Communicate With Anyone If You're A Bore.