I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.

If things happen all the time you are never nervous. It is when they are not happening that you are nervous.

Every day is a renewal, every morning the daily miracle. This joy you feel is life.

To know what one knows is frightening to live what one lives is soothing and though everybody likes to be frightened what they really have to have is soothing.

You have to learn to do everything, even to die.

She always says she dislikes the abnormal, it is so obvious. She says the normal is so much more simply complicated and interesting.

I write for myself and strangers. The strangers, dear Readers, are an afterthought.