But I knew that someday I was going to die. And just before I died two things would happen; Number 1: I would regret my entire life. Number 2: I would want to live my life over again.

The resistance and the degree of the resistance to the natural phenomenon of life causes tremendous suffering.

It seems to me that what the artist sees is the simple and obvious that is invisible to everybody else.

I just don't seem to be capable of believing in evil as some separate, distinct power within itself. I guess I'm just not a Southern Baptist or a Fundamentalist. I just don't seem to be capable of believing in it myself, somehow. I don't . . . I can't conceive from my experience how this force of evil can exist without the force of love being right there.

I knew the alphabet. Maybe I could be a writer.

He didnt know what was defeating him, but he sensed it was something he could not cope with, something that was far beyond his power to control or even at this point in time comprehend.

Writing, like any art, is a continuing process of discovering the infinite possibilities of Life.