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I Collect Human Relationships Very Much The Way Others Collect Fine Art.

I Don't Fret Over Lost Time - I Can Always Use The Situations In A Novel.

Chance Was To Work In The Garden, Where He Would Care For Plants And Grasses And Trees Which Grew There Peacefully. He Would Be As One On Them: Quiet, Open Hearted In The Sunshine And Heavy When It Rained.

Physical Comfort Has Nothing To Do With Any Other Comfort.

And Really The Purpose Of Art - For Me, Fiction - Is To Alert, To Indicate To Stop, To Say: Make Certain That When You Rush Through You Will Not Miss The Moment Which You Might Have Had, Or Might Still Have.