Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

He wants to live on through something - and in his case, his masterpiece is his son. All of us want that, and it gets more poignant as we get more anonymous in this world.

One had the right to write because other people needed news of the inner world, and if they went too long without such news they would go mad with the chaos of their lives.

I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.

It may be that even if half consciously, we choose our personalities to maintain a certain saving balance in the family's little universe.

THE PRICE grew out of a need to reconfirm the power of the past, the seedbed of current reality, and the way to possibly reaffirm cause and effect in an insane world.

He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!