I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism, when my wonder at the great game of living had yet to give way to disillusionment at its shabbiness.

There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest.

How evanescent those loves and friendships seem at this distance in time…We move on, make new attachments. We grow old. But sometimes, we hanker for old friendships, the old loves. Sometimes I wish I was young again. Or that I could travel back in time and pick up the threads. Absent so long, I may have stopped loving you, friends; but I will never stop loving the Day I loved you.

The past is always with us, for it feeds the present.

I was nostalgic even as a young man. Preferred listening to Opera not Bing Crossby.

I don't travel so much now, I get tired

When you write a novel you have to live with the characters for a long time. So I prefer short stories. I never wrote anything more than 250 pages.