I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.
I have been aware, from the age of 6, that I had talent.
Children can write poetry and then, unless they're poets, they stop when reach puberty.
Words themselves - the very material of our discourse increasingly take on masks or disguises
Ideals jump across the hierarchies of the printed word.
I haven't had a single moment of terror since they told me [I was dying]. My only regret is to die four pages too soon. If I can finish, then I'm quite happy to go.