What A Man Wants Is A Mate

The First Time I Saw A Fingerbowl Was At The Home Of My Benefactress. [...] The Water Had A Few Cherry Blossoms In It, And I Thought It Must Be Some Clear Sort Of Japanese After-dinner Soup And Ate Every Bit Of It, Including The Crisp Little Blossoms.

I Wondered What I Thought I Was Burying.

I Write Only Because There Is A Voice Within Me That Will Not Be Still

The Worst Enemy To Creativity Is Self-doubt.

Not Being Perfect Hurts.