...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.
...I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life, so I am curbing myself.
How can a young man like to wear a beard?
Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.
Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.
The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.