I wish I could have healed your misery, quenched your sorrow.

The kernel of truth sank into the fertile soil of [her] imagination, possibilities for a happy resolution suggesting themselves in vague flashes of potential and promise...

The two stared together into a future that held as much pain as promise, as much sorrow as sunshine...

the drama below and the drama above could easily collide at any moment

Sometimes when you lose your way, you find YOURSELF.

The material world coexists alongside the ideal life, and the purest intentions are bound to the earth by ridiculous threads, but they are threads of iron and they are not easily broken.

A totally befuddled voter may look at a Vote for McGovern sign and do just that.

Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.

I do not actually see how art, literature can be anything other that being in that domain of trying to tell us, trying to get us to see what is important in our lives.

In the United States there has been a kind of a structure in the Modern art world. The New York School was nearly a coherent thing-for a minute.

Imagine the marvels we would experience if we believed in the things in which we don't believe.

Sensuality takes planning and work.

Without possessions, success, fame; who are you?

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.