I Think The Novel Form Chose Me.

Because My Life Has Been So Notorious And So Bad, It Can Overshadow My Work.

While The Foods Were Being Prepared, I Watched As Men Dragged A Foot-operated Grinding Wheel Into An Open Space, And The Groom Devoted A Tense Hour To Putting A Razor's Edge To A Large, Ornate Dagger. The Bride's Father Watched That Effort With A Critical Eye. After Satisfying Himself That The Weapon Was Suitably Lethal, He Gravely Accepted It As A Gift From The Younger Man. The Groom Has Just Sharpened The Knife That The Bride's Father Will Use On Him, If He Ever Mistreats The Girl.

Some Loves Are Like That. Your Heart Starts To Feel Like An Overcrowded Lifeboat. You Throw Your Pride Out To Keep It Afloat, & Your Self-respect & Independence. After A While You Start Throwing People Out - Friends, Everyone You Know. & It's Still Not Enough. The Lifeboat Is Still Sinking, & You Know It's Going To Take You Down With It. I've Seen That Happen To A Lot Of People. I Think That's Why I'm Sick Of Love. - Karla

Nobody Who Has Done Business In Any Country With An Indian Would Doubt The Shrewdness Of Indians, But What Indian People Bring To The World Is Something Special And Unique, Which Is The Capacity For A Loving Interaction.

At First, When We Truly Love Someone, Our Greatest Fear Is That The Loved One Will Stop Loving Us. What We Should Fear And Dread, Of Course, Is That We Won't Stop Loving Them, Even After They're Dead And Gone.