One writes not by will but by surrender.

it is not unusual to hate great writers before we learn to love them. Because they have created something that did not yet exist, they must also create their audience. Sometimes the audience is not yet ready. Sometimes it has yet to be born.

Souls have neither Sex nor Colour.

In a bad marriage, friends are the invisible glue. If we have enough friends, we may go on for years, intending to leave, talking about leaving -instead of actually getting up and leaving.

Betrayal betrays the betrayer.

Is perception equivalent to existence?

I remember everything but forgive anyway.