More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.
When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed
Fighting dragons is my holy joy.
For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you're reading.