when the phone rings I too would like to hear words that might ease some of this.
be it peace or happiness let it enfold you
I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.
They, all of them, seemed to put literary form in front of the actuality and living of life itself.
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit involved in doing it. The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.
they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things