A Person Isn't A Bird. You Can't

I Entered A Poem In A Poetry Contest Around 1987, And The Poem Won And I Received $1,000 For It. That Made Me Realize That Maybe What I Was Writing Was Worth Reading To People. After That, For Some Reason, I Turned To Novels And I've Written Mainly Novels Ever Since.

Man Needs Bread And Hyacinths: One To Feed The Body, And One To Feed The Soul.

And What Did I Think When I Was Small And Why Did I Forget? And What Else Will I Forget When I Grow Older? And If You Forget Is It As If It Never Happened? Will None Of The Things You Saw Or Thought Or Dreamed Matter?

I Love The Way That Each Book -- Any Book -- Is Its Own Journey. You Open It, And Off You Go. You Are Changed In Some Way, Large Or Small, By Having Traveled With Those Characters.

How Can You Love A Little Cat So Much In Such A Short Short Time?