“Why do I write today? The beauty of
the terrible faces
of our nonentities
stirs me to it”

“I am bewildered by the thousands of strange people who write me letters. They do not know me. Why do they do that?”

“I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.”

“Beauty—real everlasting beauty—lives not on our faces, but in our attitude and our actions. It lives in what we do for ourselves and for others.”

“the set pieces
of your faces stir me —
leading citizens —
but not
in the same way.”

“Peacefulness to be found in writing. Why do I not write every day? Partly because I feel I ought to write well and know I can't. But that is not a good enough reason for not writing, if it gains me poise & peace.”

“Beauty! Terrible Beauty!
A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!”

“I am Oz, the Great and Terrible,"
spoke the Beast, in a voice that was one great roar.
Who are you, and why do you seek me?”

“Something terrible happened here 30 years ago today. I cannot explain why it happened. I just wish our crew that day could have helped more people than we did.”

“Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same. More than one person, doubtless like me, writes in order to have no face.”