Relationships and Family

And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies. 2

Come live with me, and be my love; And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, 1 Woods or steepy mountain yields.

Servant in love and lord in marriage.

For love is blynd. 13

Love is noght oold as whan that it is newe.

O yonge, fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up groweth with youre age, Repeyreth hom fro worldly vanyte.

Unknowe, unkist, and lost, that is unsought.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?

Venus clerk, Ovide, That hath ysowen wonder wide The grete god of Loves name.

Hard is the herte that loveth nought In May.

Love hath so long possessed me for his own And made his lordship so familiar.

Love with delight discourses in my mind Upon my lady’s admirable gifts… Beyond the range of human intellect.

Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart of those he would destroy. I pray that love may never come to me with murderous intent, in rhythms measureless and wild. Not fire nor stars have stronger bolts than those of Aphrodite sent by the hand of Eros, Zeus’s child.

A second wife is hateful to the children of the first; a viper is not more hateful.

A second wife is hateful to the children of the first; a viper is not more hateful.

A woman’s vows I write upon the wave.

If you would be loved, love and be lovable.

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

Someone once asked me whether I thought women artists should have children, and, since we were beyond discussing why this question is never asked of artists who are men, I gave my answer promptly. “Yes,” I said, somewhat to my surprise. And, as if to amend my rashness, I added: “They should have children— assuming this is of interest to them —but only one.” “Why only one?” this Someone wanted to know. “Because with one you can move,” I said. “With more than one you’re a sitting duck.”

Study yr keeds. Kids. There are a lot of poems there. But don’t write about yr kids. Write about the human, what’s left of him, where he’s going, what he dropped on the floor .

Very much of a novelist’s work must appertain to the intercourse between young men and young women.

To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.

You must write for children in the same way you do for adults, only better.