Dreams Are Essential To Life.

We Don't Have A Language For The Senses. Feelings Are Images, Sensations Are Like Musical Sounds.

To Write Is To Descend, To Excavate, To Go Underground.

The Cynic Is A Coward. He Foresees All Barrenness So That Barrenness Can Never Surprise Him.

We Cannot Cure The Evils Of Politics With Politics.

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.