Fire Is A Good Companion For The

Absence Becomes The Greatest Presence.

I Feel More Alive When I'm Writing Than I Do At Any Other Time--except Maybe When I'm Making Love.

We Are All Jellyfish, Too Pitiful And Too Afraid Of Being Disliked To Be Honest.

Why Is It That People Who Cannot Show Feeling Presume That That Is A Strength And Not A Weakness?

It Looks As If I Were Meant To Be Alone, And That Any Hope Of Happiness Is Not Meant. Am I Too Old To Acquire The Knack For Happiness?