It May Be Normal, Darling; But I'd

I Feel That All A Writer Has Is His Own Experience.

The Brain May Take Advice, But Not The Heart, And Love, Having No Geography, Knows No Boundaries: Weight And Sink It Deep, No Matter, It Will Rise And Find The Surface.

If You Can't Be Friends With A Lover, Then Forget It. It's Not Going To Work.

We All, Sometimes, Leave Each Other There Under The Skies, And We Never Understand Why.

There Is Such An Animal As A Nonstylist, Only They're Not Writers - They're Typists.