Thomas Bradley

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.”
― Anais Nin

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
― Anais Nin

“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.”
― Anais Nin