You Can't Patch A Wounded Soul With

You Know What I Did After I Wrote My First Novel? I Shut Up And Wrote Twenty-three More.

It's Only A Wonderful World If You Can Make It That Way. There Are No Street Signs Pointing To Paradise Road.

It’s Lucky No One Else Knows What Our Most Secret Thoughts Are. We’d All Be Seen For The Cunning, Self-aggrandizing Fools We Are.

There Is No End Of Things In The Heart. ...she Understood It To Mean That If You Took Something To Heart, Really Brought It Inside Those Red Velvet Folds, Then It Would Always Be There For You. No Matter What Happened, It Would Be There Waiting. She Said This Could Mean A Person, A Place, A Dream. A Mission. Anything Sacred. She Told Me That It Is All Connected In Those Secret Folds. Always. It Is All Part Of The Same And Will Always Be There, Carrying The Same Beat As Your Heart.

She Refused To Accept The Simple Truism That The Better You Were, The Bigger Threat You Were To Those At The Top.