Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.
Nothing endures unless it has first been transposed into a myth, and the great advantage of myths is that they are ladies with portable roots.
To love and to labor is the sum of living.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.
My diary seems to keep me whole.