It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright..

The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them..

What are the sources of an illumination? To me, they come after hours of searching and keeping my soul ready. Yet they come in a flash, as a religiou….

Love is the main generator of all good writing... Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together..

Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It's standing in love that matters..

We live in the richest country in the world. There's plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want. And in addition to this our count….

The writer must hew the phantom rock..

Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was….

In the face of brutality I was prudent. Before injustice I held my peace. I sacrificed the things in hand for the good of the hypothetical whole. I b….

We are homesick most for the places we have never known..

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have ….

The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire! To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire...driven by a desperate hunger to the ar….

The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer..

They are the we of me..

Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today..

Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister..

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book..

The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself..

Now hoppin'-john was F. Jasmine's very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose when she was in her….

I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? .….

Writing, for me, is a search for God..