Poor brain! How helplessly it dissolves when willing eyes meet and the nose warms to those old jungle scents.
Arthur MillerIโm a writer, and everything I write is both a confession and a struggle to understand things about myself and this world in which I live. This is what everyoneโs work should be-whether you dance or paint or sing. It is a confession, a baring of your soul, your faults, those things you simply cannot or will not understand or accept. You stumble forward, confused, and you share. If youโre lucky, you learn something.
Arthur MillerSometimes...it's better for a man just to walk away. But if you can't walk away? I guess that's when it's tough.
Arthur Miller