At Least He Never Walked.

I'll Never See Them Again. I Know That. And They Know That. And Knowing This, We Say Farewell.

That’s How Stories Happen — With A Turning Point, An Unexpected Twist. There’s Only One Kind Of Happiness, But Misfortune Comes In All Shapes And Sizes. It’s Like Tolstoy Said. Happiness Is An Allegory, Unhappiness A Story.

I Want You Always To Remember Me. Will You Remember That I Existed, And That I Stood Next To You Here Like This?

When I Am Writing, I Do Not Distinguish Between The Natural And Supernatural. Everything Seems Real. That Is My World, You Could Say.

No Matter How Much Suffering You Went Through, You Never Wanted To Let Go Of Those Memories.