Wisdom We Know Is The

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

I Believe That Writing Is An Account Of The Powers Of Extrication.

Homesickness Is . . . Absolutely Nothing. Fifty Percent Of The People In The World Are Homesick All The Time. . . . You Don't Really Long For Another Country. You Long For Something In Yourself That You Don't Have, Or Haven't Been Able To Find.

That's The Way I Remember Them, Heading For An Exit.

The Writer Cultivates, Extends, Raises And Inflates His Imagination, Sure That This Is His Destiny, His Usefulness, His Contribution To The Understanding Of Good And Evil. As He Inflates His Imagination He Inflates His Capacity For Evil.