I Don't See Myself As A Philosopher.

For About 150 Days A Year In Venice, The Sun Doesn't Show Through The Mist Until Noon.

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves, And We Travel, Next, To Find Ourselves. We Travel To Open Our Hearts And Eyes. And We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again—to Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.

I've Been Writing Every Day Of My Life For 65 Years.

All Silence Is. All Emptiness. And Now: The Dawn.

I'm Seventeen And I'm Crazy. My Uncle Says The Two Always Go Together. When People Ask Your Age, He Said, Always Say Seventeen And Insane.