Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For

Any Writer Overwhelmingly Honest About Pleasing Himself Is Almost Sure To Please Others.

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

... Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them ... ... If You Demand On One Hand, The Raw Material Of Poetry In All Its Rawness And That Which Is On The Other Hand Genuine, Then You Are Interested In Poetry.

Among Animals, One Has A Sense Of Humor. Humor Saves A Few Steps, It Saves Years.

One Writes Because One Has A Burning Desire To Objectify What It Is Indispensable To One's Happiness To Express.