How Will I Ever Get Out Of

We Had Made Love Without Love, Half-dressed Most Of The Time And Always In The Dark So We Could Imagine Ourselves As Better Than We Were.

He Pleaded So Much That He Lost His Voice. His Bones Began To Fill With Words.

From The Moment I Wrote 'leaf Storm' I Realized I Wanted To Be A Writer And That Nobody Could Stop Me And That The Only Thing Left For Me To Do Was To Try To Be The Best Writer In The World.

I Would Give Wings To Children, But I Would Leave It To Them To Learn How To Fly By Themselves.

Life Is But A Continual Succession Of Opportunities For Surviving.