The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.

Jesus Would Be Framed And In Jail If He Was Living Today.

I Have Never Gone To A Doctor In My Adult Life, Feeling Instinctively That Doctors Meant Either Cutting Or, Just As Bad, Diet.

Writing, For Me, Is A Search For God.

The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.

The Memories Of Childhood Have A Strange Shuttling Quality, And Areas Of Darkness Ring The Spaces Of Light. The Memories Of Childhood Are Like Clear Candles In An Acre Of Night, Illuminating Fixed Scenes From Surrounding Darkness.