"I decided to write a story about a gardener. She was an old woman, blind, wrinkled, who looked like a witch and was dreaded by her neighbors. But she was not a witch, she reasoned with herself. She did, though, have hands that could hear things just as well as her ears. She knew that on a warm day, "
"AM I MAKING EVERYTHING on this trip sound easy? Am I painting myself as, in M.Bazin's words, a natural-impersonating a child prodigy? But here is an explanation, maybe, for the success of my trip. Life is most difficult for those who know what they want and also know what makes it impossible for the"