Ascensions Into Heaven Are Like Falling Leaves

Writing And Travel Broaden Your Ass If Not Your Mind And I Like To Write Standing Up.

Never Write About A Place Until You're Away From It, Because That Gives You Perspective

It Is Impossible To Believe The Emotional And Spiritual Intensity And Pure, Classic Beauty That Can Be Produced By A Man, An Animal, And A Piece Of Scarlet Serge Draped Over A Stick.

I Don't Like To Leave Anything,' The Man Said. 'i Don't Like To Leave Things Behind.

But Paris Was A Very Old City And We Were Young And Nothing Was Simple There, Not Even Poverty, Nor Sudden Money, Nor The Moonlight, Nor Right And Wrong Nor The Breathing Of Someone Who Lay Beside You In The Moonlight.