The Other Writer Who Had A Very

At An Early School, When I Was About 5, They Asked What We Wanted To Be When We Grew Up. Everyone Said Silly Things, And I Said I Wanted To Be An Actress. So That Was What I Wanted To Be, But What I Was, Of Course, Was A Writer.

We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient Scribes, The Storytellers, The Priests.

You Should Visit Before You Pass Judgment On A Place.

Ecstasy And Vulnerability Belonged In The Same Dish. The Fear The Cup Would Be Snatched Away Was What Gave The Wine Its Savor.

Hope Is A Punishable Offense. The Verdict Is Always Death; One More Death Of The Heart.