I Am At Home Everywhere, And Nowhere.

I Am At Home Everywhere, And Nowhere. I Am Never A Stranger And I Never Quite Belong.

I Saw Mussolini Tirelessly Contemplate A Parade Of Thousands Of Young Men.

If Each One Of Us Could Make Just One Other Happy, The Whole World Would Know Happiness.

And Boucard Desisted, Probably Because Like Everyone Else He Was Deeply Impressed By This Man Who Had Laid All Ghosts, Who Had Lost All Shadows, And Who Stared You In The Eyes With Cold Serenity.

I'm A Bit Like A Sponge. When I'm Not Writing I Absorb Life Like Water. When I Write I Squeeze The Sponge A Little - And Out Comes, Not Water But Ink.