We Don't Have Time To Argue. Nobody

Each Person Searches For The Most Beautiful Jump Which Will Be The Final Before Leaving This World.

‎not Having Time For A Person, Not Being Able To Sit In Silence Together With Somebody, That's The Same As Rejecting Them, As Being Scornful About Them.

I Know Paradise Has Many Gates, Just As Hell Does. One Has To Learn To Distinguish Between Them, Or One Is Lost.

Poverty Always Looks The Same, No Matter Where You Come Across It. The Rich Can Always Express Their Opulence By Varying Their Lives. Different Houses, Clothes, Cars. Or Thoughts, Dreams. But For The Poor There Is Nothing But Compulsory Grayness, The Only Form Of Expression Available To Poverty.

I Remembered Her Once Saying That Life Was Like Your Shoes. You Couldn't Simply Expect Or Imagine That Your Shoes Would Fit Perfectly. Shoes That Pinched Your Feet Were A Fact Of Life.