I write because I like to write. I find joy in the texture and tone and rhythm of words. It is a satisfaction like that which follows good and shared love.

The Hebrew word, the word timshel - 'Thou mayest' - that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open...Why, that makes a man great...He can choose his course and fight it through and win...I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because 'Thou mayest'. ch 24

Some men are friends with the whole world in their hearts, and there are others that hate themselves and spread their hatred around like butter on hot bread.

How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?

This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

Perhaps the best conversationalist in the world is the man who helps others to talk.