Great Writers Are The Saints For The

You Are Wrong If You Think You Cannot Live Without Love. I Cannot Live Without It. I Do Not Mean That I Go Into A Decline, Develop Odd Symptoms, Became A Caricature. I Mean That I Cannot Live Well Without It. I Cannot Think Or Act Or Speak Or Write Or Even Dream With Any Kind Of Energy In The Absence Of Love. I Feel Excluded From The Living World. I Become Cold, Fish-like, Immobile. I Implode.

It Will Be A Pity If Women In The More Conventional Mould Are To Be Phased Out, For There Will Never Be Anyone To Go Home To.

For Once A Thing Is Known, It Can Never Be Unknown. It Can Only Be Forgotten.

You Have No Idea How Promising The World Begins To Look Once You Have Decided To Have It All For Yourself. And How Much Healthier Your Decisions Are Once They Become Entirely Selfish.

You Never Know What You Will Learn Till You Start Writing. Then You Discover Truths You Never Knew Existed.