The secret of living is to own a convertible and a lake...If the sun is shining, you can rid around in your convertible and be happy...If it starts to rain, it won't spoil your day because you can just say, 'Oh, well, the rain will fill up my lake!'"”
A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.