Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.
There seems to be a feeling that anything that is natural is good. Strychnine is natural.
My feeling is, quite simply, that if there is a God, He has done such a bad job that he isn't worth discussing.
My feeling is that as far as creativity is concerned, isolation is required. Creation is embarrassing. For every new good idea you have, there are a hundred, ten thousand foolish ones.
