The Spoken Word Is Nothing. It Hardly

I Live In Hamburg; That's In The North. And I Live On The Outskirts Of Town. It Looks Like Countryside.

A Thousand Enemies Outside The House Are Better Than One Within. Arab Proverb

Didn't Books Say That Too: That There Is Always Price To Pay For Happiness?

She Wanted To Return To Her Dream. Perhaps It Was Still Somewhere There Behind Her Closed Eyelids. Perhaps A Little Of Its Happiness Still Clung Like Gold Dust To Her Lashes. Don't Dreams In Fairy Tales Sometimes Leave A Token Behind?

Only In Books Could You Find Pity, Comfort, Happiness And Love.