It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.

A lot of the job that one has to do as a writer is to protect the thing that doesn't match the world.

A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.

It isn't ever delicate to live.

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.

I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.