I can look violence in the face and either reject or accept it.
I grew up in an atmosphere where words were an integral part of culture.
Society itself is responsible for the degradation.
Writers are human. I shudder to think how I must sometimes appear to others.
I have no money to give to you but I have ideas and organizational capacity.
I found, when I left, that there were others who felt the same way. We'd meet, they'd come and seek me out, we'd talk about the future. And I found that their depression and pessimism was every bit as acute as mine.