I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I

Exhaust The Little Moment / Soon It Dies.

I Tell Poets That When A Line Just Floats Into Your Head, Don't Pay Attention 'cause It Probably Has Floated Into Somebody Else's Head.

She Was Afraid To Suggest To Him That To Most People, Nothing "happens." That Most People Merely Live From Day To Day Until They Die. That, After He Had Been Dead A Year, Doubtless Fewer Than Five People Would Think Of Him Oftener Than Once A Year. That There Might Even Come A Year When No One On Earth Would Think Of Him At All.

People Are So In Need, In Need Of Help. People Want So Much That They Do Not Know.

Art Hurts. Art Urges Voyages - And It Is Easier To Stay At Home.