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- Growth Has Its Season. There Are Spring And Summer, But There Are Also Fall And Winter. And Then Spring And Summer Again. As Long As The Roots Are Not Severed, All Is Well And All Be Well.

Chance Was To Work In The Garden, Where He Would Care For Plants And Grasses And Trees Which Grew There Peacefully. He Would Be As One On Them: Quiet, Open Hearted In The Sunshine And Heavy When It Rained.

My Choice Of A Life Of Adventure May Well Have Been A Result Of The Fact That Action Raised My Blood Pressure Giving Me Enough Energy To Live.

I Am Inspired By Human Sexuality. The Act Itself Is Mechanical And Holds Little Interest To Me.

I Suppress In My Prose Any Language Which Calls Attention To Itself.