Making A Journey By Night Is More

It's A Funny Thing About Bogs. You Can Fill Them With Rocks And Sand And Old Logs And Make A Little Fenced-in Yard On Top With A Woodpile And Chopping Block - But Bogs Go Right On Behaving Like Bogs. Early In The Spring They Breathe Ice And Make Their Own Mist, In Remembrance Of The Time When They Had Black Water And Their Own Sedge Blossoming Untouched.

It's Risky To Talk About One's Most Secret Dreams A Bit Too Early.

One Can't Be Too Dangerous, If They Like To Eat Pancakes. Especially With Jam On It.

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!

All Things Are So Very Uncertain, And That's Exactly What Makes Me Feel Reassured.