artists ... all have a need that cannot be met by another human being.

I used to feel guilty about spending morning hours working on a book; about fleeing to the brook in the afternoon. It took several summers of being totally frazzled by September to make me realize that this was a false guilt. I'm much more use to family and friends when I'm not physically and spiritually depleted than when I spend my energies as though they were unlimited. They are not. The time at the typewriter and the time at the brook refresh me and put me into a more workable perspective.

I have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers.

I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be.

What is self-image? Who started talking about one? I rather fancy it was Madison Avenue.

With our human limitations we're not always able to understand the explanations.