We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient

If You Run Away From Trouble, It Always Follows.' Rather My Impression, Too. Though That Never Stopped Me Trying.

Are Not All Loves Secretly The Same? A Hundred Flowers Sprung From A Single Root.

I Held Out My Book. It Was Precious To Me, As Were All The Things I'd Written; Even Where I Despised Their Inadequacy There Was Not One I Would Disown. Each Tore Its Way From My Entrails. Each Had Shortened My Life, Killed Me With Its Own Special Little Death.

Pirates Have Always Fascinated Me.

I Will Draw You Back To Me. You Shall See. By A Chain Of Stars.