That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say, "Living and feeding a man's insatiable guts and begetting children occupies my whole life. Don't have time to write"?

You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because there is a voice within me. That will not be still.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.