In My Dreams I Ate

One's Fantasy Goes For A Walk And Returns With A Bride.

Children Were Strangers You Loved Because You Could Love. If They Gave Back Love When They Were Grown You Were Ahead Of The Game.

I Don't Think You Can Do Anything For Anyone Without Giving Up Something Of Your Own.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud. There Is No Life That Can Be Recaptured Wholly; As It Was.which Is To Say That All Biography Is Ultimately Fiction.

Writing Is A Mode Of Being. If I Write I Live.