Ah, But You See, I Didn't Want

It Isn't Possible To Love And Part. You Will Wish That It Was. You Can Transmute Love, Ignore It, Muddle It, But You Can Never Pull It Out Of You. I Know By Experience That The Poets Are Right: Love Is Eternal.

The Advance Of Regret Can Be So Gradual That It Is Impossible To Say "yesterday I Was Happy, Today I Am Not.

One's Favorite Book Is As Elusive As One's Favorite Pudding.

Axiom : Novel Must Have Either One Living Character Or A Perfect Pattern: Fails Otherwise.

Without Form, The Sensitiveness Vanishes.