I Never Would Just Open

We No Longer Build Fireplaces For Physical Warmth—we Build Them For The Warmth Of The Soul; We Build Them To Dream By, To Hope By, To Home By.

Writing Is Not An Amusing Occupation. It Is A Combination Of Ditch-digging, Mountain-climbing, Treadmill And Childbirth.

To Be Alive Is A Fine Thing. It Is The Finest Thing In The World, Though Hazardous. It Is A Unique Thing. It Happens Only Once In A Lifetime. To Be Alive, To Know Consciously That You Are Alive, And To Relish That Knowledge -- This Is A Kind Of Magic. Or It May Be A Kind Of Madness, Exhilarating But Harmless.

Writing, To Be Memorable, Must Be Done In A State Of Impassioned Serenity.

Whoever Said Love Conquers All Was A Fool. Because Almost Everything Conquers Love - Or Tries To.