Charles Bukowski, because his mother died last night.
By coincidence, I was with my mother last night at the same time.
We seek comfort, wisdom, beauty, truth wherever we can, and so often in our imaginative literature--poetry and fiction. Truth in fiction, in poetry.
Kathryn is reading Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner and cannot put it down, because it is good.
People are beautiful, aren't they? Oh, let us love one another.