People Are So In Need,

Books Are Meat And Medicine And Flame And Flight And Flower Steel, Stitch, Cloud And Clout, And Drumbeats On The Air.

I Like The Concentration, The Crush; I Like Working With Language, As Others Like Working With Clay, Or Notes.

I've Always Thought Of Myself As A Reporter.

She Was Afraid To Suggest To Him That To Most People, Nothing "happens." That Most People Merely Live From Day To Day Until They Die. That, After He Had Been Dead A Year, Doubtless Fewer Than Five People Would Think Of Him Oftener Than Once A Year. That There Might Even Come A Year When No One On Earth Would Think Of Him At All.

It Is Brave To Be Involved. To Be Not Fearful To Be Unresolved.