One Can Show No Greater Respect Than

That Is The Dream Of All Novelists-that One Of Their Characters Will Become 'somebody.'

When All Is Said And Done, What Is Clear Is That All Lives End Before Their Time.

A Woman Is Essentially A Vessel Made To Be Filled.

Human Nature Is, By Definition, A Talkative One, Imprudent, Indiscreet, Gossipy, Incapable Of Closing Its Mouth And Keeping It Closed.

Every Second That Passes Is Like A Door That Opens To Allow In What Has Not Yet Happened, What We Call The Future, But, To Challenge The Contradictory Nature Of What We Have Just Said, Perhaps It Would Be More Accurate To Say That The Future Is Just An Immense Void, That The Future Is Just The Time On Which The Eternal Present Feeds.