A kind of golden hour one remembers for a life time... Everything was touched with magic.

I'm afraid my closely guarded solitude causes some hurt feelings now and then. But how to explain, without wounding someone, that you want to be wholly in the world you are writing about, that it would take two days to get the visitor's voice out of the house so that you could listen to your own characters again?

A kind of golden hour one remembers for a life time... Everything was touched with magic.

If anyone gets in my way when I'm making a picture, I become irrational. I'm never sure what I am going to do, or sometimes even aware of what I do-only that I want that picture.

Life is beating against the school windows. You must quickly open the doors and go out to learn that no door must be locked against you.

Nothing attracts me like a closed door.

If you banish fear, nothing terribly bad can happen to you.