This Soup Tastes Like Windows

It Was, At Last, Real Life, With My Heart Safe And Condemned To Die Of Happy Love In The Joyful Agony Of Any Day After My Hundredth Birthday.

Love Is Not A Condition Of The Spirit But A Sign Of The Zodiac.

A Famous Writer Who Wants To Continue Writing Has To Be Constantly Defending Himself Against Fame.

In The End All Books Are Written For Your Friends.

The Spirit Of Her Invincible Heart Guided Her Through The Shadows.