I Am An "unrealized" Character, Dramatically Speaking.

When The Characters Are Really Alive Before Their Author, The Latter Does Nothing But Follow Them In Their Action, In Their Words, In The Situations Which They Suggest To Him.

We Ride Through Life On The Beast Within Us. Beat The Animal, But You Can't Make It Think.

Logic Is One Thing, The Human Animal Another. You Can Quite Easily Propose A Logical Solution To Something And At The Same Time Hope In Your Heart Of Hearts It Won't Work Out.

It Is The Hardest Thing To Close The Open Hand Of Someone You Love.

I Would Love To Spend All My Time Writing To You; I'd Love To Share With You All That Goes Through My Mind, All That Weighs On My Heart, All That Gives Air To My Soul; Phantoms Of Art, Dreams That Would Be So Beautiful If They Could Come True.