When People Ask Me If It Has

Merely Having Seen The Season Change In A Country Gave One The Sense Of Having Been There For A Long Time.

Our Tree Became The Talking Tree Of The Fairy Tale; Legends And Stories Nestled Like Birds In Its Branches.

Every Artist Makes Himself Born. It Is Very Much Harder Than The Other Time, And Longer.

When We Look Back, The Only Things We Cherish Are Those Which In Some Way Met Our Original Want; The Desire Which Formed In Us In Early Youth, Undirected, And Of Its Own Accord.

How Terrible It Was To Love People When You Could Not Really Share Their Lives!