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

There's no such thing beneath the heavens as conditions favorable to art. Art must crash through or perish.

I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.

We already have so much pressure towards sameness through radio, film and comic outside the school, that we can't afford to do a thing inside that is not toward individual development.

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