The Writer Is Always Tricking The Reader

Grief, When It Comes, Is Nothing We Expect It To Be. Grief Has No Distance. Grief Comes In Waves, Paroxysms, Sudden Apprehensions That Weaken The Knees And Blind The Eyes And Obliterate The Dailiness Of Life.

I Mean Maybe I Was Holding All The Aces, But What Was The Game?

The Writer Is Always Tricking The Reader Into Listening To Their Dream.

Anything Worth Having Has Its Price.

Of Course Great Hotels Have Always Been Social Ideas, Flawless Mirrors To The Particular Societies They Service.