If you are interested in what you do, that keeps you going!
I always intended to be light and open. I misjudged the American audience.
The point is to strip down, get protestant, then even more naked. Walk over scorched bricks to find your own soul. Your heart a searching dog in the rubble.
Professional Southerners sicken me.
Whoever you are, be that person with all your might. Time goes by faster than we thought. It is a thief so quiet. You must let yourself be loved and you must love, parts of you that never loved must open and love. You must announce yourself in all particulars so you can have yourself.
Literature is the history of the soul.
What a bog and labyrinth the human essence is. . . We are all overbrained and overemotioned.
If only we could touch the things of this world at their center, if we could only hear tiny leaves of birch struggling toward April, then we would know.
I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd or wept; There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The grass below--above the vaulted sky.
I went to a private arts school. We had to wear cloaks.
No one can buy Donald Trump. And everyone knows that.