As A Kid, All I Thought About

I Know That If There’s A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart.

One Of The Few Graces Of Getting Old - And God Knows There Are Few Graces - Is That If You've Worked Hard And Kept Your Nose To The Grindstone, Something Happens: The Body Gets Old But The Creative Mechanism Is Refreshed, Smoothed And Oiled And Honed. That Is The Grace. That Is What's Happening To Me.

And It Is Through Fantasy That Children Achieve Catharsis. It Is The Best Means They Have For Taming Wild Things.

There Is No Such Thing As Fantasy Unrelated To Reality

I Remember My Own Childhood Vividly...i Knew Terrible Things. But I Knew I Mustn't Let Adults Know I Knew. It Would Scare Them