The World Cracks Open For Those Willing

Everything I Pick Up Seems To Lure Me Away. Everything I Do In My Daily Life Begins To Feel Like Striking Wet Matches. The Need To Travel Is A Mysterious Force. A Desire To 'go' Runs Through Me Equally With An Intense Desire To 'stay' At Home. An Equal And Opposite Thermodynamic Principle. When I Travel, I Think Of Home And What It Means. At Home I'm Dreaming Of Catching Trains At Night In The Gray Light Of Old Europe, Or Pushing Open Shutters To See Florence Awaken. The Balance Just Slightly Tips In The Direction Of The Airport.

After Owning A Pool, I Think The Best Way To Enjoy The Water Is To Have A Friend Who Has A Pool.

I Got The Idea That To Write Books Would Be The Best Way To Spend A Life. I Never Thought Of Anything Else That Seemed Like Half As Much Fun, Although In My Next Life I Would Like To Be An Architect, Too, So I Can Have An Easier Time Restoring Houses.

The House Protects The Dreamer; The Houses That Are Important To Us Are The Ones That Allow Us To Dream In Peace. Guests We've Had Stop In For A Night Or Two All Come Down The First Morning, Ready To Tell Their Dreams.

Anytime The Perfume Of Orange And Lemon Groves Wafts In The Window; The Human Body Has To Feel Suffused With A Languorous Well-being.