Paths That Cross Will Cross Again

I Was Quite An Insomniac. I Rarely Slept As A Child. Having God To Talk To At Night Was Nice.

Please, No Matter How We Advance Technologically, Please Don't Abandon The Book. There Is Nothing In Our Material World More Beautiful Than The Book.

In Fact, I Thought My Calling Was To Be A Painter.

For I Desired, As Youth Does, To Be Taken By The Hand And Hurled Into The World.

I Was So Used To Doing Art That My Fingers Were Like Albino Spiders. So It Was Just Natural For Me To Go To A Typewriter And Write Poetry.