One Could Be Happy Not Only Without

Ultimately, Literature Is Nothing But Carpentry.

Four Geological Eras Had To Pass So That Human Beings Would Be Able To Outsing The Birds And Die For Love.

The Truth Is I'm Getting Old, I Said. We Already Are Old, She Said With A Sigh. What Happens Is That You Don't Feel It On The Inside, But From The Outside Everybody Can See It.

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

Tell Him,' The Colonel Said, Smiling, 'that A Person Doesn’t Die When He Should But When He Can.