Somehow this literary genre, which most people condemned, acted as a sort of counterbalance to Charles's soul; it was the ballast that prevented him from lurching into the serious or melancholy, unlike Andrew, who had been unable to adopt his cousin's casual attitude to life, and to whom everything seemed so achingly profound, imbed with that absurd solemnity that the transience of of existence conferred upon even the smallest act.
Félix J. PalmaWe are the authors of our own fate-we write it each day with every one of our actions.
Félix J. PalmaThe paths that we choose don't always take us where we want to go. Sometimes they take us where we need to go.
Félix J. Palma