However they may have felt when they left they were now committed, they had passed the point of no return.

But you cant shut everyone out. I mean you have to have someone to love. . .someone to hold on to. . . someone--

I was sitting at home and had a profound experience. I experienced, in all of my Being, that someday I was going to die, and it wouldn't be like it had been happening, almost dying but somehow staying alive, but I would just die! And two things would happen right before I died: I would regret my entire life; I would want to live it over again. This terrified me. The thought that I would live my entire life, look at it and realize I blew it forced me to do something with my life.

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

No matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don't fulfill.

I don't know that I could really define love. I can't . . . again, it's like trying to define what this creative force is. It's beyond my ability to really define. If I can define it, then it's not it. We're right back to that thing again.

Be careful of things like alcohol and drugs.