Now That I Am Moving, I Am

Passion Gives Me Moments Of Wholeness.

I Have No Fear Of God, And Yet Fear Keeps Me Awake At Night,fear Of The Devil. And If I Believe In The Devil, I Must Believe In God. And If Evil Is Abhorrent To Me, I Must Be A Saint. Henry, Save Me From Beatification, From The Horrors Of Static Perfection. Precipitate Me Into The Inferno.

Idealism Is The Death Of The Body And The Imagination. All But Freedom, Utter Freedom, Is Death

Each Contact With A Human Being Is So Rare, So Precious, One Should Preserve It.

The Final Lesson A Writer Learns Is That Everything Can Nourish The Writer.