Ah, Me, If This Is

He Is Ugly And Sad, But He Is All Love.

There's No Greater Misfortune Than Dying Alone.

For They Had Lived Together Long Enough To Know That Love Was Always Love, Anytime And Anyplace, But It Was More Solid The Closer It Came To Death.

I Don't Have A Method. All I Do Is Read A Lot, Think A Lot, And Rewrite Constantly. It's Not A Scientific Thing.

Love Becomes Greater And Nobler In Calamity.