The Questions I Would Have Liked To

Only By Pursuing The Extremes In One's Nature, With All Its Contradictions, Appetites, Aversions, Rages, Can One Hope To Understand A Little - Oh, I Admit Only A Very Little - Of What Life Is About.

At Night, Time Becomes A Calm Sea. It Goes On For Ever.

There Are Moments When You Feel Trapped, Ill At Ease. A Year Later The Same Feeling Can Turn Out To Be The Theme Of A Book.

I Had A Strong Desire To Write And Some Free Time.

If You Don't Have Imagination You're Lost. But It's A Virtue That's Becoming Increasingly Rare, Especially In Its Higher Form: Spontaneity. Mad, Happy Spontaneity.