Give Me A Prejudice And I Will

It Is Impossible To Explain. But What I Like Most Is To Eat.

The More Transparent The Writing, The More Visible The Poetry.

In Her Final Years She Would Still Recall The Trip That, With The Perverse Lucidity Of Nostalgia, Became More And More Recent In Her Memory.

It Is A Triumph Of Life That Old People Lose Their Memories Of Inessential Things.

The Only Thing He Could Do To Stay Alive Was Not To Allow Himself The Anguish Of That Memory. He Erased It From His Mind, Although From Time To Time In The Years That Were Left To Him He Would Feel It Revive, With No Warning And For No Reason, Like The Sudden Pang Of An Old Scar.