You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

wonder what day god created the egg' 'how should we know? we should not question. our stay on earth is not for long. let us rejoice and believe and give thanks'. 'eat a egg

It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.

The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.

Though there is one part of writing that is solid and you do it no harm by talking about it, the other is fragile, and if you talk about it, the structure cracks and you have nothing.

Isn't it pretty to think so.

Everybody has strange things that mean things to them. You couldn't help it.