When I Write A Book, I Hope

My Disappointments Stand Up And Grow Ever Taller. They Will Not Be Lost To Me.

I Love Planting. I Love Digging Holes, Putting Plants In, Tapping Them In. And I Love Weeding, But I Don't Like Tidying Up The Garden Afterwards.

None Of Us Seem To Think That We Should Draw A Line Under What Would Be A Satisfactory Amount Of Wealth.

Once You Cease To Be A Master, Once You Throw Off Your Master's Yoke, You Are No Longer Human Rubbish, You Are A Human Being, And All The Things That Adds Up To. So, Too, With The Slaves. Once They Are No Longer Slaves, Once They Are Free, They Are No Longer Noble And Exalted; They Are Just Human Beings.

The Past Is A Room Full Of Baggage And Rubbish And Sometimes Things That Are Of Use, But If They Are Of Real Use, I Have Kept Them.