Writing Is Agony For Me.

Magic Birds Were Dancing In The Mystic Marsh. The Grass Swayed With Them, And The Shallow Waters, And The Earth Fluttered Under Them. The Earth Was Dancing With The Cranes, And The Low Sun, And The Wind And Sky.

You Kin Tame A Bear. You Kin Tame A Wild-cat And You Kin Tame A Panther. ... You Kin Tame Arything, Son, Excusin' The Human Tongue.

People In General Are Totally Unable To Detach The Personality Of A Writer From The Products Of His Thinking.

It's Very Important To Be Just To Other People. It Takes Years And Years Of Living To Learn That Injustice Against Oneself Is Always Unimportant.

It Is Not Death That Kills Us, But Life. We Are Done To Death By Life.