I Don't Want To Die, Really. I'm

Time Was Too Much A Part Of Love, For Even In Fairytales The Proof Of Love Was Not Its First Moment, But Its Latest Ones - That People Lived Happily Ever After. Love At First Sight Was Nothing But Infatuation Until Proved By Time.

You Can't Say You Want Things To Be Simple And Then In The Next Breath Ask Me To Be Honest.

By The Time Ordinary Life Asserted Itself Once More, I Would Feel I Had Already Lived For A While In Some Other Lifetime, That I Had Even Taken Over Someone Else's Life.

Being A Librarian Certainly Helped Me With My Writing Because It Made Me Even More Of A Reader, And I Was Always An Enthusiastic Reader. Writing And Reading Seem To Me To Be Different Aspects Of A Single Imaginative Act.

A Man Who Builds A House Never Really Dies.