Death Is Loneliness In Its Purest Form.

If We Say I Love You, It May Be Received With Doubt, For There Are Times When It Is Hard To Believe. Say I Hate You, And The One Spoken To Believes It Instantly, Once For All. ... Love Must Be Learned, And Learned Again And Again; There Is No End To It. Hate Needs No Instruction, But Waits Only To Be Provoked.

There Are Only A Few Bits Of Absolute Knowledge In The World, People Can Learn Only One Or Two Fundamental Facts About Each Other, The Rest Is Decoration And Prejudice.

Now And Again Thousands Of Memories Converge, Harmonize, Arrange Themselves Around A Central Idea In A Coherent Form, And I Write A Story.

What We Need Is Endless Courage.

We Pity People Too Often For The Wrong Reasons.