You write to be read. That is the bottom line.
It is the last thing we learn, / listening to the creature world.
We all have such stories. It is a brutal arithmetic. But I - I am alive. You are alive. As long as we breathe, we can see and hear. As long as we can remember, all those gone before are alive inside us.
If you love a waist, you waste a love.
If you want to write, you write. Talent is simply not enough.
A book is a wonderful present. Though it may grow worn, it will never grow old.