If My Valentine You Won't

The Writer's Job Is Not To Judge, But To Seek To Understand.

You Belong To Me And All Paris Belongs To Me And I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

I Did Not Care What It Was All About. All I Wanted To Know Was How To Live In It. Maybe If You Found Out How To Live In It You Learned From That What Is Was All About.

There Is A Mystery In All Great Writing And That Mystery Does Not Dissect Out. It Continues And Is Always Valid.

Failure And Well-disguised Cowardice Are More Human And More Beloved.