So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.
Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be.
He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.
The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.
America is the land of wide lawns and narrow minds.
Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.