Who can judge another man's suffering?
One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
In our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere.
she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?
I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.