A Garden Isn't Meant To Be Useful.

To Me And My Kind Life Itself Is A Story And We Have To Tell It In Stories - That Is The Way It Falls.

A Garden Isn't Meant To Be Useful. It's For Joy.

A Writer Who Has Never Explored Words, Who Has Never Searched, Seeded, Sieved, Sifted Through His Knowledge And Memory...dictiona Ries, Thesaurus, Poems, Favorite Paragraphs, To Find The Right Word, Is Like Someone Owning A Gold Mine Who Has Never Mined It.

I Suppose The More You Have To Do, The More You Learn To Organize And Concentrate-or Else Get Fragmented Into Bits. I Have Learned To Use My 'ten Minutes'. I Once Thought It Was Not Worth Sitting Down For A Time As Short As That; Now I Know Differently And, If I Have Ten Minutes, I Use Them, Even If They Bring Only Two Lines, And It Keeps The Book Alive.

With Everything That Happens To You, With Everyone You Meet Who Is Important To You, You Either Die A Little Or Are Born.