Solitude is one thing and loneliness is another.

For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.

The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.

I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt about something.

We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.

Solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people... precludes awareness of one's self so that after a while the self no longer knows that it exists.