I'll Have To Calm Down A Bit.

I'm Not Sure I Would Have Ever Started To Draw, Let Alone Write, If My Childhood Hadn't Been So Happy. It Was A Mixture Of Comfort And Adventure. An Excellent Mixture!

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.

An Island Can Be Dreadful For Someone From Outside. Everything Is Complete, And Everyone Has His Obstinate, Sure And Self-sufficient Place. Within Their Shores, Everything Functions According To Rituals That Are As Hard As Rock From Repetition, And At The Same Time They Amble Through Their Days As Whimsically And Casually As If The World Ended At The Horizon.

Everyone Must Imagine His Own Snakes Because No One Else's Snakes Can Ever Be As Awful.

It Is Simply This: Do Not Tire, Never Lose Interest, Never Grow Indifferent—lose Your Invaluable Curiosity And You Let Yourself Die. It's As Simple As That.