All This Beethoven And Rain

I Want To Die On Your Chest But Not Yet She Wrote Sometime In The 13th Century Of Our Love

It Doubles Your Perception, To Write From The Point Of View Of Someone You're Not.

The One Of The Great Sadnesses Of Any Life Is Knowing What You Know Now And Then Remembering What You Did Not Know Then.

When You're Writing, It's As If You're Within A Kind Of Closed World.

What Is Interesting And Important Happens Mostly In Secret, In Places Where There Is No Power.