In California I Began To Think That,

To Me And My Kind Life Itself Is A Story And We Have To Tell It In Stories - That Is The Way It Falls.

Every Time A Child, Any Child, Is Born, It Is New - And Different; That Is The Wonder.

Once You Have Felt The Indian Dust, You Will Never Be Free Of It.

If Books Were Persian Carpets, One Would Not Look Only At The Outer Side. Because It Is The Stitch That Makes A Carpet Wear, Gives It Its Life And Bloom.

I Suppose The More You Have To Do, The More You Learn To Organize And Concentrate-or Else Get Fragmented Into Bits. I Have Learned To Use My 'ten Minutes'. I Once Thought It Was Not Worth Sitting Down For A Time As Short As That; Now I Know Differently And, If I Have Ten Minutes, I Use Them, Even If They Bring Only Two Lines, And It Keeps The Book Alive.