I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.

The other writer who had a very important early influence on me when I was about 17 was C.S. Lewis.

Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.

I like films, or some films, and would be intrigued to see my work on screen.

I was reading some complex books in my own youth-and no, I didnt always understand every word, let alone every concept-but I got the main thrust, which was like a lifeline in a fluctuating world.