But He Thought All The Strange Words

Maybe My Passion Is Nothing Special, But At Least It's Mine.

I'm Not Sure I Would Have Ever Started To Draw, Let Alone Write, If My Childhood Hadn't Been So Happy. It Was A Mixture Of Comfort And Adventure. An Excellent Mixture!

One Summer Morning At Sunrise A Long Time Ago I Met A Little Girl With A Book Under Her Arm. I Asked Her Why She Was Out So Early And She Answered That There Were Too Many Books And Far Too Little Time. And There She Was Absolutely Right.

My Bag Was As Light As My Happy-go-lucky Heart.

One Makes A Trip By Day, But By Night One Sets Out On A Journey.