Loss Means Losing What Was.

It's Better To Go Into The World Half-cocked Than Not To Go Into The World At All.

I Sometimes Get Short-tempered In A Public Situation Because I Think, Oh God, I Can't Go Back Over That Again. I Can't Put That Into A Two-word Answer. I Can't. Wherever I Go, People Say, "can I Ask You A Quick Question?" It's Always, "a Quick Question." Well, My Answers Are Slow.

I Know My Own Deficiencies, One Of Which Is That I Had Lived Away From America For Such A Long Time. It's Called Expatriate

Not Just Any Talk Is Conversation; Not Any Talk Raises Consciousness. Good Conversation Has An Edge: It Opens Your Eyes To Something, Quickens Your Ears. And Good Conversation Reverberates: It Keeps On Talking In Your Mind Later In The Day; The Next Day, You Find Yourself Still Conversing With What Was Said. That Reverberation Afterward Is The Very Raising Of Consciousness; Your Mind's Been Moved. You Are At Another Level With Your Reflections.

Art, For Example, Becomes "art Therapy." When Patients Make Music, It Becomes "music Therapy." When The Arts Are Used For "therapy" In This Way, They Are Degraded To A Secondary Position.