I Suppress In My Prose Any Language

I Don't Fret Over Lost Time - I Can Always Use The Situations In A Novel.

Lovers Are Not Snails; They Don't Have To Protrude From Their Shells And Meet Each Other Halfway. Meet Me Within Your Own Self.

Physical Comfort Has Nothing To Do With Any Other Comfort.

It Seems That What I Really Want Is A Drug That Will Increase My Consciousness Of Others, Not Myself.

Chance Was To Work In The Garden, Where He Would Care For Plants And Grasses And Trees Which Grew There Peacefully. He Would Be As One On Them: Quiet, Open Hearted In The Sunshine And Heavy When It Rained.