Secrets. Need To Disguise. The Novel Was

Experience Teaches Acceptance Of The Imperfect As Life.

Your Eyes Make Me Shy

I Cheat Him, I Deceive Him, Yet The World Does Not Sink In Sulphur-colored Mists. Madness Conquers. I Can No Longer Put My Mosaics Together. I Just Cry And Laugh.

The Final Lesson A Writer Learns Is That Everything Can Nourish The Writer.

There Are Two Ways To Reach Me: By Way Of Kisses Or By Way Of The Imagination. But There Is A Hierarchy: The Kisses Alone Don't Work.