There Is Mercy For Everyone, Except Those

We Commit Two Wrongs When We Fail To Right A Wrong.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.

In The Mental Disturbance And Effort Of Writing, What Sustains You Is The Certainty That On Every Page There Is Something Left Unsaid.

How Can You Have Confidence In A Woman Who Will Not Risk Entrusting Her Whole Life To You, Day And Night?

When You Dream, You Are An Author, But You Do Not Know How It Will End.