People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have

To Understand Others You Should Get Behind Their Eyes And Walk Down Their Spines.

There's No Misery In Not Being Loved, Only In Not Loving.

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.

The World Needs Writers. We Will Always Be Necessary. There Are Few Professions That Can Claim That Distinction.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.