I Wish We Had More Visible Christian

I Would Have Done Just About Anything For Him.

But During All These Years I Had A Vague But Persistent Desire To Return To New Orleans. I Never Forgot New Orleans. And When We Were In Tropical Places And Places Of Those Flowers And Trees That Grow In Louisiana, I Would Think Of It Acutely And I Would Feel For My Home The Only Glimmer Of Desire I Felt For Anything Outside My Endless Pursuit Of Art.

So Until We Meet Again, I Am Thinking Of You Always; I Love You; I Wish You Were Here...in My Arms.

I Know Nothing, Because I Know Too Much, And Understand Not Nearly Enough And Never Will.

Obviously, A Writer Can't Know Everything About What She Writes. It's Impossible.