The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer.
Things aren't the way they are, they're the way you are
Dreams are necessary to life.
perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
This great handsomeness I took into myself later when he desired me, but I took it as one breathes air, or swallows a snowflake, or yields to the sun.