All of my writing is God-given.
Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.
Kerosene," he said, because the silence had lengthened, "is nothing but perfume to me.
Life shoould be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at other move forward with it.
I don't talk things, sir. I talk the meaning of things.
We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe