Do You Know What It Means To

I Have Lived Lies. I Have Done It Again And Again. I Live Lies Because I Cannot Endure The Weakness Of Anger, And I Cannot Admit The Irrationality Of Love.-marius

It Draws It's Strength, This Big Secret, From The Same Root From Which I Draw My Strength, Both The Good And The Bad, Because In The End, They Cannot Be Separated.

I Didn’t Look To The Shore Much After This First Long And Memorable Glimpse. I Looked Up At Heaven And Her Court Of Mythical Creatures Fixed Forever In The All Powerful And Inscrutable Stars. Ink Black Was The Night Beyond Them, And They So Like Jewels That Old Poetry Came Back To Me, The Sound Even Of Hymns Sung Only By Men.

Every Moment Must Be First Known And Then Savored.

Writers Write About What Obsesses Them. You Draw Those Cards. I Lost My Mother When I Was 14. My Daughter Died At The Age Of 6. I Lost My Faith As A Catholic. When I'm Writing, The Darkness Is Always There. I Go Where The Pain Is.