Inspiration is the richest nation I know, the most powerful on earth. Sexual energy Freud calls it; the capital of desire I call it; it pays for both mental and physical expenditure.

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.

The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children.

I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.

What can be heavier than wealth than freedom?

There is only one answer to destructiveness and that is creativity.

Off fall the wife, the mother, the lover, the teacher, and the violent artist takes over. I am I alone. I belong to no one but myself. I mate with no one but the spirit. I own no land, have no kin, no friend or enemy. I have no road but this one.