She had the revelation one Sunday that while the other instruments played for everyone the violen played for her alone .

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.

She had the revelation one Sunday that while the other instruments played for everyone the violen played for her alone .

Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.

A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange bells and whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.