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.

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.