Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better.

And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together.

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.

‎"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?

Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.

I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?