All Of Us Have Moments In Our

My Childhood Library Was Small Enough Not To Be Intimidating. And Yet I Felt The Whole World Was Contained In Those Two Rooms. I Could Walk Any Aisle And Smell Wisdom.

My Inspiration Comes From Everywhere, Just Walking Down The Street And I Never Know Where It's Going To Come From, So I Keep A Notebook With Me At All Times And The Only Criteria For Anything Making It Into That Notebook Is If It Stops Me In My Tracks For Even An Instant, If It Catches My Eye Or My Ear And I Just Write It Down.

I Change Jobs Like Drinking Water ... And As I Grow Accustomed To The New Flavor Of A Drink I Regard As Delicious, Yes, Vital, Something Fades, Life Balks. So I Break Camp; I Shed Skins.

I Was Pirouette And Flourish, I Was Filigree And Flame. How Could I Count My Blessings When I Didn't Know Their Names?

Anyone Can Tell You That How You're Raised As A Child Has A Great Deal To Do With How You Behave As An Adult And Whether You Have Complexes Or Whether You Need To Prove Yourself Or All That Kind Of Stuff And Yet The Mother In A Traditional Family Who Has Raised A Child Never Makes It In The History Books.