It Isn't A Secret, Unless Keeping It

Of Course I Wanted To Know. I Was A Writer. I Wanted To Know Everything.

If You Make Your Heart Into A Weapon, You End Up Using It On Yourself.

I Sometimes Think That The Size Of Our Happiness Is Inversely Proportional To The Size Of Our House.

But In A Way You Can Say That After Leaving The Sea, After All Those Millions Of Years Of Living Inside Of The Sea, We Took The Ocean With Us. When A Woman Makes A Baby, She Gives It Water, Inside Her Body, To Grow In. That Water Inside Her Body Is Almost Exactly The Same As The Water Of The Sea. It Is Salty, By Just The Same Amount. She Makes A Little Ocean, In Her Body. And Not Only This. Our Blood And Our Sweating, They Are Both Salty, Almost Exactly Like The Water From The Sea Is Salty. We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

There Is Nothing So Depressing As Good Advice, And I Will Be Pleased If You Do Not Inflict It Upon Me. Frankly, I Am Shocked At You. You Must Know This, Surely? Some Years Ago I Suffered Such An Offensively Gratuitous Piece Of Good Advice That I Was Depressed For Six Months Afterward. It Was A Very Close Call - I Almost Never Recovered.