There are the two curses of Spain, the bulls and the priests.

There is nothing you can do except try to write it the way that it was. So you must write each day better than you possibly can and use the sorrow that you have now to make you know how the early sorrow came. And you must always remember the things you believed because if you know them they will be there in the writing and you won’t betray them. The writing is the only progress you make.

So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.

I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it’s never done.

Love is infinitely more endurable than hate.

He had always known what I did not know and what, when I learned it, I was always able to forget. But I did not know that then, although I learned it later.

If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.