If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him… the people who give you their food give you their heart.
But I never let a fantasy get away, because I always stop to analyze it.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
Made some odd dolls…
I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live… But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong.
I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don’t have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along.
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