I Have A Painter's Memory. I Can

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.

And What Movies We Saw! All The Actors And Actresses Whose Photographs I Collected, With Their Look Of Eternity! Their Radiance, Their Eyes, Their Faces, Their Voices, The Suavity Of Their Movements! Their Clothes! Even In Prison Movies, The Stars Shone In Their Prison Clothes As If Tailors Had Accompanied Them In Their Downfall.

Teachers Inspire The Smallest Hearts To Grow Big Enough To Change The World.

Literature Is The Province Of Imagination, And Stories, In Whatever Guise, Are Meditations On Life.

People Steal Into One's Consciousness And Occupy What Seems, In Retrospect, To Have Been Their Place All Along.