When I Was Twelve, I Started Reading

Never Lose Your Childish Enthusiasm And Things Will Come Your Way.

If You've Got A Plot The Size Of A Car Or A Tiny Yard In Italy, You're Going To Be Growing Tomatoes And Basil And Celery And Carrots, And Everybody Is Still Connected To The Land.

Sometimes You Have To Travel Back In Time, Skirting The Obstacles, In Order To Love Someone.

The Words 'forse Che Si,' 'forse Che No', 'perhaps Yes,' 'perhaps No,' Repeat Along All Paths.

The Urge To Travel Feels Magnetic. Two Of My Favorite Words Are Linked: Departure Time. And Travel Whets The Emotions, Turns Upside Down The Memory Bank, And The Golden Coins Scatter.