Life Is A State Of Mind.

Going Around Under An Umbrella Interferes With One's Looking Up At The Sky.

She Seemed To Belong To That Pagan, Primitive Kingdom Of Birds And Forests Where Everything Was Infinitely Abundant, Wild, Blooming, And Royal In Its Perpetual Decay, Death, And Rebirth; Illicit And Clashing With The Human World.

I Was Pushing Myself To Extremes In Order To Discover My Many Selves.

The Principles Of True Art Is Not To Portray, But To Evoke.

I Don't Fret Over Lost Time - I Can Always Use The Situations In A Novel.