O Suns And Skies And Clouds Of

Women Who Say It's Not O.k. Are [interpreted As] Wet Blankets Or Sore Losers.

As Soon As I Began, It Seemed Impossible To Write Fast Enough – I Wrote Faster Than I Would Write A Letter – Two Thousand To Three Thousand Words In A Morning, And I Cannot Help It.

Words Are Less Needful To Sorrow Than To Joy.

It’s Getting Too Late In My Life To Care About The Small Things. It’s Getting Too Late To Not Be Brave, To Not Live My Life Fully, To Not Try To Be An Artist. Trivial Things Like How Nice Your Hotel Room Is, Or If You Have To Be Naked For A While, They Fade Away.

I Think That All Of Us Are 5-year-olds And We Don't Want To Be Embarrassed In The Schoolyard.