I Could Hear The Icy Winds Of

My House Is Modern, But I Like My Writing Room To Be Old Fashioned. I Write On A Little Wooden Secretary Desk.

I Wish My Life Could Be Like That, Knotted Up So That Even If Something Broke, The Whole Thing Wouldn't Come Apart.

There Is No God, There Is Only What You Want.

We Read So That We Can Be Moved By A New Way Of Looking At Things.

I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In The Good Potter's Hand.