I Do Not Gather Things, I Prefer

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.

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.

A Novelist Has A Specific Poetic License Which Also Applies To His Own Life.

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.

Physical Comfort Has Nothing To Do With Any Other Comfort.