I Didn't Have Time To Be Anyone's

[at Age 92:] There Are Places I'd Like To Return To. But Not As I Was Then But As I Am Now. 'cause I'm Trying To Understand. And I've Understood Nothing.

One Has To Be Careful What One Takes When One Goes Away Forever.

Military People Never Seem To Apologize For Killing Each Other Yet Novelists Feel Ashamed For Writing Some Nice Inert Paper Book That Is Not Certain To Be Read By Anybody.

I Often Feel I Am Being Burned At The Stake Just Because I Have Always Refused To Give Up That Wonderful Strange Power I Have Inside Me That Becomes Manifested When I Am In Harmonious Communication With Some Other Inspired Being.

Wouldn't It Be Wonderful If I Won A Helicopter In A Crossword Puzzle Competition? There Is Not Much Hope Though I Am Afraid, As They Never Give Such Practical Prizes.