Occupation: Author Birth: December 31, 1916 Death: January 11, 2015
when anybody talks to me as if I hadn't good sense, I'm immediately tempted to act as if I hadn't. Like sticking beans up your nose. ... you know the….
when ... I've thought of madness, it seems most easily explained to me as poetry in action. A life of symbol rather than reality. On paper one can un….
Twilight was the worst hour, because it was the hour of indecision..
It isn't ever the world you fight. Always, always, it's yourself..
What you were yesterday is fixed for always, making its mark on what you are today, what you will be tomorrow..