The traditions of the dead generations weigh like a nightmare upon the living.
I simply write what I want, wish, long to write. . . . The state of human life and the god or demon within. The constant internal war that being alive can conjure.
Men are not the causers of history. History itself, by a pressure of events, causes men to resort to particular actions.
In the greater part of humankind there resides an instinct for survival. It is this which can clutch at straws and effect a rescue from them. It is this which can, now and then, outwit fate.
Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine.
Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.
We need the expressive arts, the ancient scribes, the storytellers, the priests. And that's where I put myself: as a storyteller. Not necessarily a high priestess, but certainly the storyteller. And I would love to be the storyteller of the tribe.
In the eyes of history, religious toleration is the highest evidence of culture in a people. It was not until the Western nations broke away from their religious law that they became more tolerant, and it was only when the Muslims fell away from their religious law that they declined in tolerance and other evidences of the highest culture.
There is seldom a difficulty with religion where there is friendship.
Calvin [Trillin] was much more of a mover and a shaker. That's all I'm saying. I was a "weenie. " That was another term back then.
Many people lock a part of themselves away. It's a bit sacred.