I Promised To Tell You

I Tend Not To Know What The Plot Is Or The Story Is Or Even The Theme. Those Things Come Later, For Me.

When You're Writing, It's As If You're Within A Kind Of Closed World.

How Can You Smile As Though Your Whole Life Hasn't Capsized

Sadness Is Very Close To Hate.

The Joyful Will Stoop With Sorrow, And When You Have Gone To The Earth I Will Let My Hair Grow Long For Your Sake, I Will Wander Through The Wilderness In The Skin Of A Lion