He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture

I Tend Not To Analyse My Work, Though I'm Frequently Intrigued When Other People Take Time To Do So.

It's Very Selfish When I Write. I'm Not Aware, Ever, Of Writing For Another Person; I'm Not Even Really Aware Of Writing For Myself.

Dawn Rose From The Desert And Turned The River To Wine.

He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture She Made, As If He Would Paint Her Portrait Afterward.

Oh, Love. Love Is Best Of All. There Is No Such Total Element, Not Even Pain. Who Has Ever Loved, Knows This. I Need Not Say More.