How Alike Are The Groans Of Love

Perhaps His Tragedy Is That He Is The One Normal Writer Left On Earth And It Is This That Adds To His Isolation And So To His Sense Of Guilt.

How, Unless You Drink As I Do, Could You Hope To Understand The Beauty Of An Old Indian Woman Playing Dominoes With A Chicken?

Fear Ringed By Doubt Is My Eternal Moon.

Adiós," She Added In Spanish, "i Have No House Only A Shadow. But Whenever You Are In Need Of A Shadow, My Shadow Is Yours." "thank You." "sank You." "not Sank You, Señora Gregorio, Thank You." "sank You.

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.