The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed.
I have seldom written a story, long or short, that I did not have to write and rewrite. There are single stories of mine that have taken me ten or twelve years to get written.
Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.
Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.
You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.