I Couldn’t See The Point Of Getting

What Did My Arms Do Before They Held You?

What I Didn't Say Was That Each Time I Picked Up A German Dictionary Or A German Book, The Very Sight Of Those Dense, Black, Barbed-wire Letters Made My Mind Shut Like A Clam.

Nothing Stinks Like A Pile Of Unpublished Writing.

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

The Hardest Thing, I Think, Is To Live Richly In The Present, Without Letting It Be Tainted & Spoiled Out Of Fear For The Future Or Regret For A Badly-managed Past.