I'm still a Welsh girl at heart so I'm staying in the U.K. for the Olympics it's such an exciting time for Britain so it's amazing to be a part of it.

Being a teenager is an amazing time and a hard time. It's when you make your best friends - I have girls who will never leave my heart and I still talk to. You get the best and the worst as a teen. You have the best friendships and the worst heartbreaks.

But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave pictures that persist the good are ever too luke-warm.

Thus the poet's word is beginning to strike forcefully upon the hearts of all men while absolute men of letters think that they alone live in the real world.

On the one hand shopping is dependable: You can do it alone if you lose your heart to something that is wrong for you you can return it it's instant gratification and yet something you buy may well last for years.

I love the way you can fall in love with a piece of literature how words alone can get your heart doing that.

But in the end in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean I'm told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society... but in the end one knows one is alone that one lives at the heart of a solitude.

I do not come bearing a party label on my sleeve - or a quick fix in my back pocket. I do not come with a rigid ideology in my heart - or a soul that tells me to go it alone. I do not come to uproot tradition - or to be imprisoned by it.

The daily act of writing remains as demanding and maddening as it was before and the pleasure you get from writing - rare but profound - remains at the true heart of the enterprise. On their best days writers all over the world are winning Pulitzers all alone in their studios with no one watching.

A celibate like the fly in the heart of an apple dwells in a perpetual sweetness but sits alone and is confined and dies in singularity.