The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.
Art is order, made out of the chaos of life.
Myself is thus and so, and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability.
A person either creates or destroys. There is no neutrality.
...I am much better now at ambiguities.
It seems, after all that there are no nonpeculiar people.