I Write Fast, Because I Have Not

If Your Vision Of The World Is Of A Certain Kind You Will Put Poetry In Everything, Necessarily.

And Boucard Desisted, Probably Because Like Everyone Else He Was Deeply Impressed By This Man Who Had Laid All Ghosts, Who Had Lost All Shadows, And Who Stared You In The Eyes With Cold Serenity.

The Lake And The Mountains Have Become My Landscape, My Real World.

I Write Fast, Because I Have Not The Brains To Write Slow.

We Live In A Time When Writers Do Not Always Have Barriers Around Them