Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.
Write as well as you can and finish what you start.
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
Please tell me what can I do. There must be something I can do
Work could cure almost anything
He's a great writer. If I didn't think so I wouldn't have tried to kill him... I was the champ and when I read his stuff I knew he had something. So I dropped a heavy glass skylight on his head at a drinking party. But you can't kill the guy. He's not human.