Open Your Mind To New Experiences, Particularly

I Don't Want Anyone To Look To Me, Not For Protection, Not For Happiness, Not For Love, Not For Anything.

A Man Who Lives With Nature Is Used To Violence And Is Companionable With Death. There Is More Violence In An English Hedgerow Than In The Meanest Streets Of A Great City.

To Look Back On One's Life Is To Experience The Capriciousness Of Memory. ... The Past Is Not Static. It Can Be Relived Only In Memory, And Memory Is A Device For Forgetting As Well As Remembering. It, Too, Is Not Immutable. It Rediscovers, Reinvents, Reorganizes. Like A Passage Of Prose It Can Be Revised And Repunctuated. To That Extent, Every Autobiography Is A Work Of Fiction And Every Work Of Fiction An Autobiography.

We Can Experience Nothing But The Present Moment, Live In No Other Second Of Time, And To Understand This Is As Close As We Can Get To Eternal Life.

Read Widely And With Discrimination. Bad Writing Is Contagious.