In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.

The only decent bone in her body was mine.

The world breaks everyone or nearly everyone, of their childish illusions, assumptions and wishes, often painfully and afterwards due to the personal growth in practical experience, insight and the resulting wisdom many are strong at the broken places just like mended broken bones often are, and some people even have the great insight to be grateful for the purifying fire.

There is no friend as loyal as a book.

We all take a beating every day, you know, one way or another.

Do you know how an ugly woman feels? Do you know what it is to be ugly all your life and inside to feel that you are beautiful? It is very rare.

I was blown up while we were eating cheese.