“There's a good reason I am a writer. I'm completely useless at anything else.”

“I'm small, I'm young - and I'm so different. You've always respected that difference, and you've always trusted it. Trust me now. There's a reason I am the way I am, and there's a reason I was born to you. There's always a reason. We belong together.”

“Still in that remarkable hushed voice, he said, "I'm small, I'm young--and I'm so different. You've always respected that difference, and you've always trusted it. Trust me now. There's a reason I am the way I am, and there's a reason I was born to you. There's always a reason. We belong together.”

“All I know is that I'm in love with you," he said, almost angrily. "That the sight of you, the scent of you, the sound of your voice - I can't help myself, I can't stop it, I can't think of anything else. You've made me completely useless.”

“...there is no explaining anything by reasoning and so it is useless to reason.”

“I am a person before I am anything else. I never say I am a writer. I never say I am an artist...I am a person who does those things.”