The World Is Alive And No Living

You Run Risks. That's The Plain Truth. You Run Risks And, Even In The Most Unlikely Places, You Are Subject To Destiny's Whims.

Nothing Is Ever Behind Us.

Probably All Of Us, Writers And Readers Alike, Set Out Into Exile, Or At Least Into A Certain Kind Of Exile, When We Leave Childhood Behind...the Immigrant, The Nomad, The Traveler, The Sleepwalker All Exist, But Not The Exile, Since Every Writer Becomes An Exile Simply By Venturing Into Literature, And Every Reader Becomes An Exile Simply By Opening A Book.

If You're Going To Say What You Want To Say, You're Going To Hear What You Don't Want To Hear.

Nothing Good Ever Comes Of Love. What Comes Of Love Is Always Something Better