Love Requited Is A Short

I Cannot Explain My Plays. Each Must Find Out For Himself What Is Meant

I Hope I Am Not Too Old To Take It Up Seriously, Nor Too Stupid About Machines To Qualify As A Commercial Pilot. I Do Not Feel Like Spending The Rest Of My Life Writing Books That No One Will Read. It Is Not As Though I Wanted To Write Them.

Then I Went Back Into The House And Wrote, It Is Midnight. The Rain Is Beating On The Windows. It Was Not Midnight. It Was Not Raining.

There's No Lack Of Void.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.