Tropical Nights Are Hammocks For Lovers.

The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.

When You Make A World Tolerable For Yourself, You Make A World Tolerable For Others.

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source. It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals. It Dies Of Illness And Wounds; It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.

Shame Is The Lie Someone Told You About Yourself.

I Want To Live Darkly And Richly In My Femaleness.