Crazy People Are Not Crazy If One

A True Friend Is The One Who Holds Your Hand And Touches Your Heart.

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

The Truth Is I'm Getting Old, I Said. We Already Are Old, She Said With A Sigh. What Happens Is That You Don't Feel It On The Inside, But From The Outside Everybody Can See It.

Nobody Deserves Your Tears, But Whoever Deserves Them Will Not Make You Cry.

I Always Had Understood That Dying Of Love Was Mere Poetic License.