Perhaps The Only Magician We Have Is

It Amazes Me That You Feel That Each Time You Write A Story You Give Away One Of Your Dreams And You Feel The Poorer For It. But Then You Have Not Thought That This Dream Is Planted In Others, Others Begin To Live It Too, It Is Shared, It Is The Beginning Of Friendship And Love. How Is This World Made Which You Enjoy, The Friends Around Me That You Love? They Came Because I First Gave Away My Stories.

New York Seems Conducted By Jazz, Animated By It. It Is Essentially A City Of Rhythm.

When You Make A World Tolerable For Yourself, You Make A World Tolerable For Others.

If I Love You It Means We Share The Same Fantasies, The Same Madnesses

For You And For Me The Highest Moment, The Keenest Joy, Is Not When Our Minds Dominate But When We Lose Our Minds, And You And I Both Lose It In The Same Way, Through Love.