The basic truth of all things, as nearly as we may ever dream of determining and knowing this truth, is form, that which is, as it is. The way and shape of the thing no less than the thing itself.

This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.

The mad also laugh, or is that what Freud and the others discovered perhaps, that only the mad laugh?

You must not be unkind, especially when it happens that you're right.

The basic truth of all things, as nearly as we may ever dream of determining and knowing this truth, is form, that which is, as it is. The way and shape of the thing no less than the thing itself.

We didn't say anything because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in.

No city invites the heart to come to life as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living.