Life, Religion And Art All Converge In

What A Mystery This Is, Desire. The Love Sickness, The Sensitivity, The Obsession, The Flutter Of The Heart, The Ebb And Flow Of The Blood. There Is No Drug And No Alcohol To Equal It.

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.

I Reserve The Right To Love Many Different People At Once, And To Change My Prince Often.

The Final Lesson A Writer Learns Is That Everything Can Nourish The Writer. The Dictionary, A New Word, A Voyage, An Encounter, A Talk On The Street, A Book, A Phrase Learned.

Guilt Is The One Burden Human Beings Can't Bear Alone.