He Could Transform The Barest Incident Into

I Suppose Books Mean More Than People To Me Anyway

Receding From Grief, It Seems Necessary To Retrace The Same Steps That Brought Us There.

In A Real Dark Night Of The Soul, It Is Always Three O'clock In The Morning, Day After Day.

That Is Part Of The Beauty Of All Literature. You Discover That Your Longings Are Universal Longings, That You're Not Lonely And Isolated From Anyone. You Belong.

She Knew Few Words And Believed In None.