I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.

Character is fate.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.