Try To Keep The Rebel Artist Alive

Willie Was A Salesman. And For A Salesman, There Is No Rock Bottom To Life?. He's A Man Way Out There In The Blue, Riding On A Smile And A Shoeshine. And When They Start Not Smiling Back - That's An Earthquake.

Everything We Are Is At Every Moment Alive In Us.

The Writer Must Be In It; He Can't Be To One Side Of It, Ever. He Has To Be Endangered By It. His Own Attitudes Have To Be Tested In It. The Best Work That Anybody Ever Writes Is The Work That Is On The Verge Of Embarrassing Himself, Always.

I Speak My Own Sins; I Cannot Judge Another. I Have No Tongue For It.

An Era Can Be Said To End When Its Basic Illusions Are Exhausted.