England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy.

I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvellously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.

I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?

Regret is an appalling waste of time.

What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise