I Cannot Live With Someone Who Can't

When It Comes To Their Essential Faculty As Writers, All Writers Are Androgynous Beings.

I'm Forty-nine But I Could Be Twenty-five Except For My Face And My Legs.

I Have Learned Since That Sometimes The Things We Want Most Are Impossible For Us. You May Long To Come Home, Yet Wander Forever.

Time Is Change; We Measure Its Passage By How Much Things Alter.

Literature Is One Of The Few Areas Left Where Black And White Feel Some Identity Of Purpose; We All Struggle Under Censorship.