Creativity or talent, like electricity, is something I don't understand but something I'm able to harness and use.

I am convinced that most people do not grow up ... our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.

Give yourself time just to be with yourself.

Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

I like to know what's happening.