We Must At All Costs Avoid Saying

By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept. There Is A Legend That Everything That Falls Into The Waters Of This River -- Leaves, Insects, The Feathers Of Birds -- Is Transformed Into The Rocks That Make The Riverbed. If Only I Could Tear Out My Heart And Hurl It Into The Current, Then My Pain And Longing Would Be Over, And I Could Finally Forget.

I Write From My Soul. This Is The Reason That Critics Don't Hurt Me, Because It Is Me.

The Pain Barrier Was Not A Barrier For Her; She Could Go Beyond It.

Enjoy The Questions Because They Open Many Doors. Forget The Answers Because They Always Change.

I Wept Because I Was Re-experiencing The Enthusiasm Of My Childhood; I Was Once Again A Child, And Nothing In The World Could Cause Me Harm.