I Do Not Gather Things, I Prefer

- Growth Has Its Season. There Are Spring And Summer, But There Are Also Fall And Winter. And Then Spring And Summer Again. As Long As The Roots Are Not Severed, All Is Well And All Be Well.

In London, The Weather Would Affect Me Negatively. I React Strongly To Light. If It Is Cloudy And Raining, There Are Clouds And Rain In My Soul.

And Really The Purpose Of Art - For Me, Fiction - Is To Alert, To Indicate To Stop, To Say: Make Certain That When You Rush Through You Will Not Miss The Moment Which You Might Have Had, Or Might Still Have.

I Do Like To Live In Other People's Homes. I Enjoy Being A Guest. I Am An Inexpensive Guest. When One Lives In Another's Home He Can Enter Into The Psychic Kingdom Of That Person.

I Don't Fret Over Lost Time - I Can Always Use The Situations In A Novel.