I Love The Rain. I Want The

It Is Of Immense Importance To Learn To Laugh At Ourselves.

Children Are Unaccountable Little Creatures.

In The Woods Where Snow Is Thick, Bars Of Sunlight Lay Like Pale Fire.

There Does Seem To Me Something Sad In Life. It Is Hard To Say What It Is. I Don't Mean The Sorrow That We All Know, Like Illness And Poverty And Death. No, It Is Something Different. It Is There, Deep Down, Deep Down, Part Of One, Like One's Breathing.

There Is No Feeling To Be Compared With The Feeling Of Having Written And Finished A Story.