I Don't Know These People And They

...what Makes You Older Is When Your Bones, Muscles And Blood Wear Out, When The Heart Sinks Into Oblivion And All The Houses You Ever Lived In Are Gone And People Are Not Really Certain That Your Civilization Ever Existed.

I Daydream About A High School Where Everybody Plays The Harmonica: The Students, The Teachers, The Principal, The Janitor And The Cook In The Cafeteria.

I'll Think About Things For Thirty Or Forty Years Before I'll Write It.

I Believe I Saw A Woodcock. He Had A Long Bill Like Putting A Fire Hydrant Into A Pencil Sharpener, Then Pasting It Onto A Bird And Letting The Bird Fly Away In Front Of Me With This Thing On Its Face For No Other Purpose Than To Amaze Me.

I Have Always Wanted To Write A Book That Ended With The Word 'mayonnaise.