Flies Die In So Many Lonely Places.

If I Didn't Try To Eavesdrop On Every Bus Ride I Take Or Look For The Humor When I Go For A Walk, I Would Just Be Depressed All The Time.

You Can't Know What A Book Is About Until The Very End. This Is True Of A Book We're Reading Or Writing.

Flies Die In So Many Lonely Places. -roberta Rohbeson

The Library Was Open For One Hour After School Let Out. I Hid There, Looking At Art Books And Reading Poetry.

When You Start To Think Of The Arts As Not This Thing That Is Going To Get You Somewhere In Terms Of Becoming An Artist Or Becoming Famous Or Whatever It Is That People Do, But Rather A Way Of Making Being In The World Not Just Bearable, But Fascinating, Then It Starts To Get Interesting Again.