I Think My Writing Is Part Of

I'd Like To Speak A Foreign Language Well Enough To Get The Jokes. I'd Like To Talk With Socrates, And Watch Michelangelo Sculpt David. I'd Like To See The World As It Was A Million Years Ago And A Million Years Hence.

We Even Make Ourselves Up, Fusing What We Are With What We Wish Into What We Must Become. I'm Not Sure Why It Must Be So, But It Is.

If You Tell People You Talk To God, They'll Think You're Religious, But If You Say God Talks To You, It's Ten To One They'll Think You're Crazy.

Almost Anything Can Be Dealt With If People Are Of Good Will And Light Hearts And Strong Values.

I Know What I Really Want For Christmas. I Want My Childhood Back. Nobody Is Going To Give Me That. I Might Give At Least The Memory Of It To Myself If I Try. I Know It Doesn't Make Sense, But Since When Is Christmas About Sense, Anyway? It Is About A Child, Of Long Ago And Far Away, And It Is About The Child Of Now. In You And Me. Waiting Behind The Door Of Or Hearts For Something Wonderful To Happen. A Child Who Is Impractical, Unrealistic, Simpleminded And Terribly Vulnerable To Joy.