Nothing's Lost Forever.

I Just Wondered What A Thing It Would Be...if Overnight Everything You Owe Anything To, Justice, Or Love, Had Really Gone Away. Free. It Would Be...heartless Terror. Yes. Terrible, And... Very Great. To Shed Your Skin, Every Old Skin, One By One And Then Walk Away, Unemcumbered, Into The Morning.

I Have Kind Of An Almost Religious Feeling About Poets. I Usually Refuse To Meet Them Because I Admire Them So Much. Except For Poe.

In The Modern Era, It Isn't Enough To Write, You Must Also Be The Writer, With A Capital 'w,' And Play Your Part As The Protagonist In The Cautionary Narrative In Which You Will Fail Or Triumph, Be In Or Out, Hot Or Cold, Ride The Wheel Of Fortune.

One Wants To Move Through Life With Elegance And Grace, Blossoming Infrequently But With Exquisite Taste, And Perfect Timing, Like A Rare Bloom, A Zebra Orchid... One Wants... But One So Seldom Gets What One Wants, Does One?

I Don't Think You Have To Earn Your Income As An Artist To Be An Artist. But If You Are An Artist, Then Art Is What You Do, Whether Or Not You're Paid For Doing It; It Is What You Do, Not What You Are. I Regard Artist Not As A Description Of Temperament But As A Category Of Profession, Of Vocation.