Art Is Its Own Excuse, And It's

It Was Like Any Other Relationship, There Was Jealousy On Both Sides, There Were Split-ups And Reconciliations. There Were Also Fragmented Moments Of Great Peace And Beauty. I Often Tried To Get Away From Her And She Tried To Get Away From Me But It Was Difficult: Cupid, In His Strange Way, Was Really There.

In This Room The Hours Of Love Still Make Shadows.

I Have Been Treated Better Than I Should Have Been---not By Life In General Nor By The Machinery Of Things But By Women.

I Was An Agnostic. Agnostics Didn't Have Much To Argue About.

Dogs And Angels Are Not Very Far Apart