My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.

Another world must surely exist somewhere one where she would be known in some deep way that was far beyond words.

Even in times when it's difficult to figure out, how do you go forward, art - and books - always help

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.

This kind of knowing you can never tell to anyone. If you want us to survive, you cannot trust a soul'... 'Not for any reason on this earth. You can never tell.

Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.