People in Germany are very, very responsive to the readings.

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

There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.

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--

They luxuriated in the feeling of deep and all pervading satisfaction, a feeling of knowing absolutely that all was well with the world and them and that the world was not only their oyster it was also their linguine with clam sauce. Not only were all things possible, but all things were theirs.

There are a lot of people in this country who really like my writing. And a lot of writers respect me. But the so-called establishment? They hate me.