The deeper the experience of an absence of meaning - in other words of absurdity - the more energetically meaning is sought.
Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of...
It evolved from my experience in the fifties growing up during the McCarthy...
I don't know any other lifestyle. I get up in the morning and I really do feel that the world is my oyster and I start that way the same as I would if I were preparing to write a song: put a blank piece of paper up on the piano and you go for it.
