The Words Dripped On My

You Don't Have To Be A Good Person To Be A Good Writer--history Shows It's Better If You're Not--but You Have To Understand Your Badness.

The Words Dripped On My Consciousness, Sank Into My Being, And Carried Me Away To The Magic Long Ago Of Once Upon A Time.

To Live With The Conscious Knowledge Of The Shadow Of Uncertainty, With The Knowledge That Disaster Or Tragedy Could Strike At Any Time; To Be Afraid And To Know And Acknowledge Your Fear, And Still To Live Creatively And With Unstinting Love: That Is To Live With Grace.

What Do You Get Out Of Hating People, Out Of Having This Bitterness In Your Heart Always?

To Get From People You Had To Give A Piece Of Yourself, A Real Piece That Mattered. Just Being Nice Was Not Enough.