Well, we must wait for the future to show.
She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.
Life stand still here.
There are no teachers, saints, prophets, good people, but the artists.
Words belong to each other.
Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.