I was just then going through a healthy reaction from the orthodoxy of my youth religion had become for me not so much a possession as an obsession which I was trying to throw off and this iconoclastic tale of an imaginary tribe was the result.
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a...
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
The impulse to dream was slowly beaten out of me by experience. Now it surged...
