Immensely Grateful, Touched, Proud, Astonished, Abashed.

And Why Is It, Thought Lara, That My Fate Is To See Everything And Take It All So Much To Heart?

An Unshared Happiness Is Not Happiness.

During The Last Years Of Mayakovski's Life, When All Poetry Had Ceased To Exist . . . Literature Had Stopped.

The Most Extraordinary Discoveries Are Made When The Artist Is Overwhelmed By What He Has To Say.

I Love You Wildly, Insanely, Infinitely.