I've Tried Very Hard And

He Lifted Me Up And Held Me Close Against Him, My Head On His Shoulder. At That Moment I Loved Him. In The Morning Light He Was As Golden, As Soft, As Gentle As Myself, And He Would Protect Me.

We Are Torn Between The Craving To Know And The Despair Of Having Known.

It Seems To Me That There Are Two Kinds Of Trickery: The "fronts" People Assume Before One Another's Eyes, And The "front" A Writer Puts On The Face Of Reality.

I've Tried Very Hard And I've Never Found Any Resemblance Between The People I Know And The People In My Novels.

If You Treat Life Well, Life Is Usually Good To You. And I Love Life. There's A Long-standing Affair Between Us.