Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves.

Everyone knows of the talking artists. Throughout all of the known history of the world they have gathered in rooms and talked. They talk of art and are passionately,almost feverishly, in earnest about it. They think it matters much more than it does.

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Tandy.