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61 " ...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ... "
― , A Familiar Rain
62 " ...I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin... "
63 " ...if you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority... "
64 " ...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles... "
65 " ...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer... "
66 " ... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ... "
67 " ...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ... "
68 " ...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you... "
69 " ...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night... "
70 " ...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ... "
71 " ...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart... "
72 " ...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow... "
73 " ...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you... "
74 " ...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep... "
75 " ...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17... "
76 " ...what makes a writer a prophet is his ability to speak truth... "
77 " ...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself... "
78 " ...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum... "
79 " Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church... "
80 " ...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age.... "