Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.

I seek the substantial in life.

The old fun thing is when somebody typed up the first chapter of War and Peace. And then made a precis of the rest of it and sent it out and only one publisher recognized it.

I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles.

After a lifetime of world travel I've been fascinated that those in the third world don't have the same perception of reality that we do.

That is simply the most beautiful publishing office in the world, with that cranky old building in that wonderful park.

Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.