I Suppress In My Prose Any Language

Chance Was To Work In The Garden, Where He Would Care For Plants And Grasses And Trees Which Grew There Peacefully. He Would Be As One On Them: Quiet, Open Hearted In The Sunshine And Heavy When It Rained.

I Don't Fret Over Lost Time - I Can Always Use The Situations In A Novel.

Travel Gives Me The Opportunity To Walk Through The Sectors Of Cities Where One Can Clearly See The Passage Of Time.

All My Life I've Been Hiding.

Photography Was The First Foreign Language Of My Artistic Expression.