We Went Down Into The

Military People Never Seem To Apologize For Killing Each Other Yet Novelists Feel Ashamed For Writing Some Nice Inert Paper Book That Is Not Certain To Be Read By Anybody.

Art Is A Magic Which Makes The Hours Melt Away And Even Days Dissolve Into Seconds

I Often Feel I Am Being Burned At The Stake Just Because I Have Always Refused To Give Up That Wonderful Strange Power I Have Inside Me That Becomes Manifested When I Am In Harmonious Communication With Some Other Inspired Being.

I Warn You, I Refuse To Be An Object.

One Has To Be Careful What One Takes When One Goes Away Forever.