I Would Always Rather Be Happy Than

I Wished Critics Would Judge Me As An Author, Not As A Woman.

Sometimes I Have The Strangest Feeling About You. Especially When You Are Near Me As You Are Now. It Feels As Though I Had A String Tied Here Under My Left Rib Where My Heart Is, Tightly Knotted To You In A Similar Fashion. And When You Go To Ireland, With All That Distance Between Us, I Am Afraid That This Cord Will Be Snapped, And I Shall Bleed Inwardly.

His Mind Was Indeed My Library, And Whenever It Was Opened To Me, I Entered Bliss.

Life Appears To Me Too Short To Be Spent In Nursing Animosity, Or Registering Wrongs.

The Writer Who Possesses The Creative Gift Owns Something Of Which He Is Not Always Master - Something That, At Times, Strangely Wills And Works For Itself.