if you don't want to get old, don't mellow.
Art is about play and about transcendent meanings, not reducible to politics.
It was not the case that one thing morphed into another, child into woman. You remained the person you were before things happened to you. The person you were when you thought a small cut string could determine the course of a year. You also became the person to whom certain things happened. Who passed into the realm where you no longer questioned the notion of being trapped in one form. You took on that form, that identity, hoped for its recognition from others, hoped someone would love it and you.
Every person has a range. In fiction, you get to be it all. I’m as much the men in my book as I am the women. I write how I write and there is no mission to stake a claim.
And here I arrive at my point. The point is that everyone has a different dream. The point is that it is a grave mistake to assume your dream is in any way shared, that it’s a common dream. Not only is it not shared, not common, there is no reason to assume that other people don’t find you and your dream utterly revolting.
I don't quite see the 20th century as one of chaos. But I believe in certain inevitable outcomes of a materialist nature.
I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.
We are born with faculties and powers capable almost of anything, such at least as would carry us farther than can easily be imagined: but it is only the exercise of those powers, which gives us ability and skill in any thing, and leads us towards perfection.
If fishing is a religion, fly fishing is the high church.
Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die?
They say ignorance is bliss. . . . they're wrong