The Woman Is Perfected. Her Dead Body

Compared With Me, A Tree Is Immortal.

To Look At Her, You Might Not Guess That Inside She Is Laughing And Crying, At Her Own Stupidities And Luckiness, And At The Strange Enigmatic Ways Of The World Which She Will Spend Lifetime Trying To Learn And Understand.

Is Anyone Anywhere Happy?

I Like People, But To Learn About One Individual Always Appeals To Me More Than Anything.

I Love People. Everybody. I Love Them, I Think, As A Stamp Collector Loves His Collection. Every Story, Every Incident, Every Bit Of Conversation Is Raw Material For Me.