We Are Cruel When Someone Refuses To

To Write At The Same Temperature At Which I Live I Should Write Nothing But Poetry.

Your Strength Is Soft, Indirect, Delicate, Tender, Womanly. But It Is Strength Just The Same.

Dreams Are Essential To Life.

Shame Is The Lie Someone Told You About Yourself.

The Inner Chambers Of The Soul Are Like The Photographer's Darkroom. Like A Laboratory. One Cannot Stay There All The Time Or It Becomes The Solitary Cell Of The Neurotic.