We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source.

Good Things Happen To Those Who Hustle.

The Role Of A Writer Is Not To Say What We All Can Say, But What We Are Unable To Say.

I Prefer Empty Cages, Sabina, Until I Find A Unique Bird I Once Saw In My Dreams.

There Are Very Few Human Beings Who Receive The Truth, Complete And Staggering, By Instant Illumination. Most Of Them Acquire It Fragment By Fragment, On A Small Scale, By Successive Developments, Cellularly, Like A Laborious Mosaic.