Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving.
It was a love of perpetual flight.
Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.
He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.
Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.
Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.