When I was very young, I used to share much of what I wrote with my family, but as I got older and more self-conscious, it became a much more private process.

When I was very young, I used to share much of what I wrote with my family, but as I got older and more self-conscious, it became a much more private process.

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.

Do you know anyone who would - secretly, sincerely, in his innermost self - really prefer to return to childhood?

...the moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being.

Isn't it strange how life won't flow, like a river, but moves in jumps, as if it were held back by locks that are opened now and then to let it jump forwards in a kind of flood?

The wheel turns and turns and turns: it never stops and stands still.