I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. read more

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, read more

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

The heart is half a prophet.

The heart is half a prophet.

The emotions aren't always immediately subject to reason, but they are always immediately subject to action

The emotions aren't always immediately subject to reason, but they are always immediately subject to action

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.

If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.

Music is the shorthand of emotion.

Music is the shorthand of emotion.