...wherever one is, some part of oneself remains on another continent.

Traveling carries with it the curse of being at home everywhere and yet nowhere, for wherever one is some part of oneself remains on another continent.

I’ve found the perfect partner.

Genius is another word for magic.

...wherever one is, some part of oneself remains on another continent.

I think perhaps I've learned to be myself. I have a theory that all artists who would be important - painters and writers - must learn to be themselves. It takes a very long time.

I have never wanted to live to be old, so old I'd run out of friends or money.