Take A Look At The Books Other

I Look Back Into Past History, The Stored Experiences Or Products Of The Imagination. I Look No Further Forward Than The Evening.

Photography Was The First Foreign Language Of My Artistic Expression.

Going Around Under An Umbrella Interferes With One's Looking Up At The Sky.

She Seemed To Belong To That Pagan, Primitive Kingdom Of Birds And Forests Where Everything Was Infinitely Abundant, Wild, Blooming, And Royal In Its Perpetual Decay, Death, And Rebirth; Illicit And Clashing With The Human World.

I Can Create Countries Just As I Can Create The Actions Of My Characters. That Is Why A Lot Of Travel Seems To Me A Waste Of Time.