For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

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

The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

Only when one is connected to one's own core is one connected to others, I am beginning to discover. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be refound through solitude.

Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.