If you say you can't, you won't!The only thing holding you back from success is yourself.

You're lucky. I'm always conscious of myself __n my mind. Painfully conscious.

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.

Poetry creates the myth, the prose writer draws its portrait.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won__ either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.