All creative work, all life in a sense, is a cri de coeur.
The helpless can't help the helpless.
I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.
The trouble with this world is that everybody has to compromise and conform.
But since I have a poet's weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol; he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.
Oh you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you