When I Remember My Family,

Then It Is Dark; It Is A Night Where Kings In Golden Suits Ride Elephants Over The Mountains.

There Isn't A King Or A Merchant Prince In The Whole World That I Envy, For I Always Knew I Was Born To Be A Child Of Destiny And That I Was Never Meant To Wring My Living From Detestable, Low, Degrading, Mean And Ordinary Kinds Of Business.

The Novel Remains For Me One Of The Few Forms Where We Can Record Man's Complexity And The Strength And Decency Of His Longings.

The Short Story Is The Literature Of The Nomad.

The Constants That I Look For Are A Love Of Light And A Determination To Trace Some Moral Chain Of Being.