I Grew Up In A House That

I Had Been Reading A Fabulous Book [the Man Verdi, By Frank Walker] About [giuseppe] Verdi, Whom I Adore.

I Believe There Is No Part Of Our Lives, Our Adult As Well As Child Life, When We're Not Fantasizing, But We Prefer To Relegate Fantasy To Children, As Though It Were Some Tomfoolery Only Fit For The Immature Minds Of The Young. Children Do Live In Fantasy And Reality; They Move Back And Forth Very Easily In A Way We No Longer Remember How To Do.

Grown-ups Desperately Need To Feel Safe, And Then They Project Onto The Kids. But What None Of Us Seem To Realize Is How Smart Kids Are. They Don’t Like What We Write For Them, What We Dish Up For Them, Because It’s Vapid, So They’ll Go For The Hard Words, They’ll Go For The Hard Concepts, They’ll Go For The Stuff Where They Can Learn Something. Not Didactic Things, But Passionate Things.

I'm Not Jaded. I Never Have Been Jaded. I've Always Been Surprised At My Success. I've Always Enjoyed It.

Art Has Always Been My Salvation.