You must be in tune with the times and prepared to break with tradition.

And no matter what, there's not one thing in this world *or* the next that we can do or hope or guess at or wish or pray that can change it or help it one iota. Because whatever is, is. That's all. And all there is now is to be ready for it, strong enough for it, whatever it may be. That's all. That's all that matters. It's all that matters because it's all that's possible.

I'll do what little I can in writing. Only it will be very little. I'm not capable of it; and if I were, you would not go near it at all. For if you did, you would hardly bear to live

God doesn't believe in the easy way.

All of consciousness is shifted from the imagined, the revisive, to the effort to perceive simply the cruel radiance of what is

I suspect the fault...is in me: that I hate any job on earth, as a job and a hindrance and a semi-suicide.

I'm very anxious not to fall into archaism or 'literary' diction. I want my vocabulary to have a very large range, but the words must be alive.