Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.
The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer.
Write. Write until it stops hurting.
Our love lives because I live.
she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.
... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.