Death Is Loneliness In Its Purest Form.

Even St. Teresa Said, "i Can Pray Better When I'm Comfortable," And She Refused To Wear Her Haircloth Shirt Or Starve Herself. I Don't Think Living In Cellars And Starving Is Better For An Artist Than It Is For Anybody Else.

Marriage Is A Public Declaration Of A Man And A Woman That They Have Formed A Secret Alliance, With The Intention To Belong To, And Share With Each Other, A Mystical Estate; Mystical Exactly In The Sense That The Real Experience Cannot Be Communicated To Others, Nor Explained Even To Oneself On Rational Grounds.

Untrained Minds Have Always Been A Nuisance To The Military Police Of Orthodoxy. God-intoxicated Mystics And Untidy Saints With Only A White Blaze Of Divine Love Where Their Minds Should Have Been, Are Perpetually Creating Almost As Much Disorder Within The Law As Outside It.

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.

Each Generation Must Get On The Same Old Merry-go-round, Only Disguised In A Fresh Coat Of Paint.