Don't Forget The Earth's About

How Can The Unknown Merit Reverence? In Other Words How Can You Revere That Of Which You Are Ignorant? At The Same Time, It Would Be Ridiculous To Propose That What We Know Merits Reverence. What We Know Merits Any One Of A Number Of Things, But It Stands To Reason Reverence Isn't One Of Them. In Other Words, Apart From The Known And The Unknown, What Else Is There?

I Don't Intend To Simply Go Away And Write My Plays And Be A Good Boy. I Intend To Remain An Independent And Political Intelligence In My Own Right.

I Don't Give A Damn What Other People Think. It's Entirely Their Own Business. I'm Not Writing For Other People.

I Think We Communicate Only Too Well, In Our Silence, In What Is Unsaid, And That What Takes Place Is A Continual Evasion, Desperate Rearguard Attempts To Keep Ourselves To Ourselves. Communication Is Too Alarming. To Enter Into Someone Else's Life Is Too Frightening. To Disclose To Others The Poverty Within Us Is Too Fearsome A Possibility.

I Don't Write With Any Audience In Mind. I Just Write. I Take A Chance On The Audience. That's What I Did Originally, And I Think It's Worked--in The Sense That I Find There Is An Audience.