Writers Do Not Live One Life, They

No One Should Be Forced To Carry The Unfulfilled Self Of Another.

We Don't Have A Language For The Senses. Feelings Are Images, Sensations Are Like Musical Sounds.

Most Artists Have Retired Too Absolutely; They Grow Rusty, Inflexible To The Flow Of Currents.

When I First Met Him, He Did Not Care If A Friend Did Not Fit Into His World, Because At That Time His World Had Not Been Born Yet.

The Woman Will Sit Eternally In The Tall Black Armchair. I Will Be The One Woman You Will Never Have...excessive Living Weighs Down The Imagination: We Will Not Live, We Will Only Write And Talk To Swell The Sails.