Good Things Happen To Those Who Hustle.

When I Don't Write, I Feel My World Shrink. I Lose My Fire, My Color.

People Living Deeply Have No Fear Of Death.

The Love Of Only One Man Or One Woman Is An Enclosure.

I Am Like A Snake Who Has Already Bitten. I Retreat From A Direct Battle While Knowing The Slow Effect Of The Poison.

The Value Of The Personal Relationship To All Things Is That It Creates Intimacy And Intimacy Creates Understanding And Understanding Creates Love.