Is A Novel Anything But A Trap

No Love Can Survive Muteness.

At The End Of True Love Is Death, And Only The Love That Ends In Death Is Love.

Perhaps All The Questions We Ask Of Love, To Measure, Test, Probe, And Save It, Have The Additional Effect Of Cutting It Short.

Solitude: A Sweet Absence Of Looks.

In The Mind Of A Woman For Whom No Place Is Home The Thought Of An End To All Flight Is Unbearable.