Occupation: Author Birth: May 13, 1907 Death: April 19, 1989
Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone..
Writing every book is like a purge; at the end of it one is empty ... like a dry shell on the beach, waiting for the tide to come in again..
no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places..
Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind..