Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.

Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

I'm going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

I have been writing my heart out all my life, but only getting a living out of it now.... ... it's not a question of the merit of art, but a question of spontaneity and sincerity and joy I say. I would like everybody in the world to tell his full life confession and tell it his own way and then we'd have something to read in our old age.

And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.