What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?

In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.

What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?

As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

A writer once said to me, If you ever go to America, go either to the East Coast or the West Coast: The rest is a desert full of bigots. That's what I think I'd like . . . a version of pastoral.

I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day.