“...how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely...”

“...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...”

“...writers, like priests, should have compassion...and a sensitivity to pain...”

“...yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ...”

“...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me...”

“...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...”

“...I put you on the pedestal - made you a saint - dare I blaspheme?...”