The public has an appetite for anything about imagination - anything that is as far away from reality as is creatively possible.
All of us every single year we're a different person. I don't think we're...
Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.
I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it as upon a thread of silk opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
