My mind gets into a verbal mode.

I'm a very boring person.

My mind gets into a verbal mode.

I consider myself to be a very fortunate person and to have led a very fortunate life.

The names for things don't come first. Words stagger after, hopelessly trying to become the sensation.

I should have the courage of my lack of convictions.

I will take his secret to the grave, telling people I meet on the way.