Here Was One Place Where I Could

Can The Imagination, Any More Than The Boy, Be Held Prisoner ?" - From The Foreword To The 1976 Edition Of "the Painted Bird

I Can Create Countries Just As I Can Create The Actions Of My Characters. That Is Why A Lot Of Travel Seems To Me A Waste Of Time.

She Seemed To Belong To That Pagan, Primitive Kingdom Of Birds And Forests Where Everything Was Infinitely Abundant, Wild, Blooming, And Royal In Its Perpetual Decay, Death, And Rebirth; Illicit And Clashing With The Human World.

Chance Was To Work In The Garden, Where He Would Care For Plants And Grasses And Trees Which Grew There Peacefully. He Would Be As One On Them: Quiet, Open Hearted In The Sunshine And Heavy When It Rained.

As I Go To Sleep I Remember What My Father Said-that One Can Never Be Sure If One Will Awake. The Way My Health Is Now, This Is Becoming More And More Real.