I Feel As If When You Love

I Wrote To Find Beauty And Purpose, To Know That Love Is Possible And Lasting And Real, To See Day Lilies And Swimming Pools, Loyalty And Devotion, Even Though My Eyes Were Closed, And All That Surrounded Me Was A Darkened Room. I Wrote Because That Was Who I Was At The Core, And If I Was Too Damaged To Walk Around The Block, I Was Lucky All The Same. Once I Got To My Desk, Once I Started Writing, I Still Believed Anything Was Possible.

He Wanted Pain, I Saw That In Him, And What A Man Wants He Will Often Manage To Find.

Do People Choose The Art That Inspires Them — Do They Think It Over, Decide They Might Prefer The Fabulous To The Real? For Me, It Was Those Early Readings Of Fairy Tales That Made Me Who I Was As A Reader And, Later On, As A Storyteller.

Sally...can No Longer Think Of Love As A Reality, Or Even As A Possibility, However Remote.

My Mother's Blood That Would Last Forever After. The Blood Of My Brother, My Grandfather, My Father.