What Is To Be Got

Most People Are Afraid To Trust Their Imaginations And The Artist Is Not.

If You Are To Become A Writer You'll Have To Stop Fooling With Words.

Father Was Made For Romance. For Him There Was No Such Thing As A Fact.

I Am A Little Thing, A Tiny Little Thing On The Vast Prairies. I Know Nothing. My Mouth Is Dirty. I Cannot Tell What I Want. My Feet Are Sunk In The Black Swampy Land, But I Am A Lover. I Love Life. In The End Love Shall Save Me.

Everyone Knows Of The Talking Artists. Throughout All Of The Known History Of The World They Have Gathered In Rooms And Talked. They Talk Of Art And Are Passionately,almost Feverishly, In Earnest About It. They Think It Matters Much More Than It Does.