Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.

I'm either going to be a writer or a bum.

I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.