Love Becomes Greater And Nobler In Calamity.

She Always Had A Headache, Or It Was Too Hot, Always, Or She Pretended To Be Asleep, Or She Had Her Period Again, Her Period, Always Her Period. So Much So That Dr. Urbino Had Dared To Say In Class, Only For The Relief Of Unburdening Himself Without Confession, That After Ten Years Of Marriage Women Had Their Periods As Often As Threes Times A Week.

Ultimately, Literature Is Nothing But Carpentry. With Both You Are Working With Reality, A Material Just As Hard As Wood.

What Is Essential, Therefore, Is Not That You No Longer Believe, But That God Continues To Believe In You.

The First Of The Line Is Tied To A Tree And The Last Is Being Eaten By The Ants .

Do Not Allow Me To Forget You