Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

I am not a joiner. Somewhere I once said that people join clubs now for the very reason they once carried them, a need for security. Maybe I'm alone more often than I should be, because I try to find security within myself.

The world needs writers. We will always be necessary. There are few professions that can claim that distinction.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.