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"When a man talks from the heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry."
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"Heaven resonates when one sings wholeheartedly."
"You won't write, won't ya??I just focus on the negative!"
"There are things known-things experienced, felt, and understood-that words hold no power to convey. Attempting to do so only dilutes their substance and does them injustice."
"Saints should always be judged guilty until they are proved innocent."
"Use language what you will, you can never say anything but what you are."
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"Find a voice in a whisper."
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"From now on I hope always to stay alert, to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in Future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."
"Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest."
"It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it."
"Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love."
"We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam."
"It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away."
"It is a lie to write in such way as to be rewarded by fame offered you by some snobbish quasi-literary groups in the intellectual gazettes."
"Then, left alone, shivering, I happened to glance up. I stood, I froze, blinking up through the drift, the drift, the silent drift of blinding snow. I saw the high hotel windows, the lights, the shadows.What's it like up there? I thought. Are fires lit? Is it warm as breath? Who are all those people? Are they drinking? Are they happy?Do they even know I'm HERE?"
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