There Is No Intellectual Exercise Which Is

Creativity Is Suspended Between Memory And Forgetting.

Happy Are The Beloved And The Lovers And Those Who Can Live Without Love.

All Literature, Is, Finally Autobiographical.

Then He Reflected That Reality Does Not Usually Coincide With Our Anticipation Of It; With A Logic Of His Own He Inferred That To Forsee A Circumstantial Detail Is To Prevent Its Happening. Trusting In This Weak Magic, He Invented, So That They Would Not Happen, The Most Gruesome Details.

You May Win Your Heart's Desire, But In The End You're Cheated Of It By Death.