People invariably chose inimitable people to imitate.
I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.
Human sympathy has its limits.
Reporting the extreme things as if they were the average things will start you on the art of fiction.
Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.
This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.