We All Want To Be Renewed, Don't

I Want To Be Alone And Work Until The Day My Heads Hits The Drawing Table And I'm Dead. Kaput. I Feel Very Much Like I Want To Be With My Brother And Sister Again. They're Nowhere. I Know They're Nowhere And They Don't Exist, But If Nowhere Means That's Where They Are, That's Where I Want To Be.

I Never Thought Of Bumble-ardy In That Way. But I Still Have That Same Deep Feeling For Children Who Are In Dire Trouble. I See Bumble-ardy As A Lonely, Unhappy Kid Who Is Doing The Very Best He Can To Be In The World, To Have A Party.

If Life Is So Critical, If Anne Frank Could Die, If My Friend Could Die, Children Were As Vulnerable As Adults, And That Gave Me A Secret Purpose To My Work, To Make Them Live. Because I Wanted To Live. I Wanted To Grow Up.

It Is A Blessing To Get Old. It Is A Blessing To Find The Time To Do The Things, To Read The Books, To Listen To The Music. I Have Nothing Now But Praise For My Life.

I Think People Should Be Given A Test Much Like Driver's Tests As To Whether They're Capable Of Being Parents! It's An Art Form. I Talk A Lot. And I Think A Lot. And I Draw A Lot. But Never In A Million Years Would I Have Been A Parent. That's Just Work That's Too Hard.