Nothing Resembles A Person As Much As

The Heart's Memory Eliminates The Bad And Magnifies The Good.

My Most Important Problem Was Destroying The Lines Of Demarcation That Separate What Seems Real From What Seems Fantastic.

Her Heart Of Compressed Ash, Which Had Resisted The Most Telling Blows Of Daily Reality Without Strain, Fell Apart With The First Waves Of Nostalgia.

Everything That Goes Into My Mouth Seems To Make Me Fat, Everything That Comes Out Of My Mouth Embarrasses Me.

He Pleaded So Much That He Lost His Voice. His Bones Began To Fill With Words.