All Art Is A Kind Of Confession,

No One Can Possibly Know What Is About To Happen: It Is Happening, Each Time, For The First Time, For The Only Time.

An Identity Would Seem To Be Arrived At By The Way In Which The Person Faces And Uses His Experience.

Love Him And Let Him Love You. Do You Think Anything Else Under Heaven Really Matters?

The Trick Is To Love Somebody.... If You Love One Person, You See Everybody Else Differently.

You Go Into A Book And You're In The Dark, Really. You Go In With A Certain Fear And Trembling. You Know One Thing. You Know You Will Not Be The Same Person When This Voyage Is Over. But You Don't Know What's Going To Happen To You Between Getting On The Boat And Stepping Off.