Love is a force.... It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.

Love is a force.... It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces.

Guys kick friendship all over just like a soccer, nonetheless it does not appear to crack. Girls deal with it like glass and it goes to items.

What release to write so that one forgets oneself, forgets one's companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next to be drenched in sleep or in the sea. Pencils and pads and curling blue sheets alive with letters heap up on the desk.