Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

I always was interested in prose. As a teenager, I published short stories. And I always wanted to write the long short story, I wanted to write a novel. Now that I have attained, shall I say, a respectable age, and have had experiences, I feel much more interested in prose, in the novel. I feel that in a novel, for example, you can get in toothbrushes and all the paraphernalia that one finds in dally life, and I find this more difficult in poetry.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.