Everyone Has A Story, The Air Is

When I Fall In Love I'm Obsessed.

I Felt An Unrelenting Restlessness. It Was The First Time I Had Ever Experienced Jealousy, And That Emotion Clung To My Skin Day And Night Like A Dark Stain, A Contamination I Could Not Shed; It Became So Unbearable That When Finally I Rid Myself Of It, I Was Freed Forever Of The Desire To Possess Another Person Or The Temptation Ever To Belong To Anyone.

You Are The Storyteller Of Your Own Life, And You Can Create Your Own Legend, Or Not.

The Pain Of Losing My Child Was A Cleansing Experience. I Had To Throw Overboard All Excess Baggage And Keep Only What Is Essential.

If I Didn't Write My Soul Would Dry Up And Die.