I knew immediately something was terribly wrong, but you can know that and not allow the thought in your head, at the front of your head. It dances around at the back, where it can't be controlled. But the front of the head is where the pain begins.

I knew immediately something was terribly wrong, but you can know that and not allow the thought in your head, at the front of your head. It dances around at the back, where it can't be controlled. But the front of the head is where the pain begins.

What is the sound of an eighty-nine-year-old heart breaking?

I rose and moved towards him. You would have done the same yourself. It is an ancient matter. Something propels you towards sudden grief, or perhaps also sometimes repels. You move away. I moved towards it, I couldn't help it.

For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.

Tears have a better character cried alone. Pity can sometimes be more wolf than dog.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.