When I Was Twelve, I

Any Arbitrary Turning Along The Way And I Would Be Elsewhere; I Would Be Different.

The Longer You Are In A Place, The More You Get Under Its Layers.

The House Protects The Dreamer; The Houses That Are Important To Us Are The Ones That Allow Us To Dream In Peace. Guests We've Had Stop In For A Night Or Two All Come Down The First Morning, Ready To Tell Their Dreams.

I Got The Idea That To Write Books Would Be The Best Way To Spend A Life. I Never Thought Of Anything Else That Seemed Like Half As Much Fun, Although In My Next Life I Would Like To Be An Architect, Too, So I Can Have An Easier Time Restoring Houses.

I'm Just Fascinated By Houses. In Another Life, I'd Have Probably Trained As An Architect. If I Had Enough Money, I'd Collect Them Like Other People Collect Teapots. I Don't Know Why I Love Them So Much. I'm Just Very Interested In The Idea Of A House As A Metaphor For The Way One Lives.