Will You Still Love Me When I'm

A Man Who Builds A House Never Really Dies.

Fear Can Give You Urgent Wings.

My Theory Is That I Decided To Be A Writer When I Was About Seven, But Of Course It Is Not As Simple As That. Like Most Writers, I Had To Work At Other Things To Earn A Living And Wrote Mainly In The Evenings, Often Very Late At Night, For Many Years.

By The Time Ordinary Life Asserted Itself Once More, I Would Feel I Had Already Lived For A While In Some Other Lifetime, That I Had Even Taken Over Someone Else's Life.

Do You Think That Clothes Have A Life Of Their Own, And Maybe Have Unsuitable Affairs With Opposite Styles? I Mean - You Look At Some People - Their Clothes Go On Flirting Long After The People Inside Them Have Lost Interest.