I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.
Do I think there's life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death.
A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
The beginner hugs his infant poem to him and does not want it to grow up. But you may have to break your poem to remake it.
Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.
... love is healing, even rootless love.