As a white candle / In a holy place, / So is the beauty / Of an aged face

For if anything is capable of making a poet of a literary man, it is my hometown love of the human, the living and ordinary.

Now I found it in writing sentences. You can write that sentence in a way that you would have written it last year. Or you can write it in the way of the exquisite nuance that is sriting in your mind now. But that takes a lot of ... waiting for the right word to come.

People forget facts, but they remember stories.

The demon that you can swallow gives you it’s power, and the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply.

Your adventure has to be coming out of your own interior. If you are ready for it then doors will open where there were no doors before, and where there would not be doors for anyone else. And you must have courage. It's the call to adventure, which means there is no security, no rules.

The latest incarnation of Oedipus, the continued romance of Beauty and the Beast, stand this afternoon on the corner of Forty-second Street and Fifth Avenue, waiting for the traffic light to change.