My Brained Warned Me, But My Heart

I Don't Know If The Books Are Making The World A Much Better Place. I Don't Write With That Objective. What I Know Is That I See My Readers Creating A Critical Mass So We Can At Least Understand This World In A Different Way.

When You Possess Great Treasures Within You And Try To Tell Others Of Them, Seldom Are You Believed.

We Lose Many Things Simply Out Of Our Fear Of Losing Them.

The Great Problem With Poisoning By Bitterness Was That The Passions - Hatred, Love, Despair, Enthusiasm, Curiosity - Also Ceased To Manifest Themselves. After A While, The Embittered Person Felt No Desire At All. They Lacked The Will Either To Live Or To Die, That Was The Problem.

She Regretted Having Taken His Hand, She Wanted To Get Away From There As Soon As Possible, To Hide Her Shame, Never Again To See That Man Who Had Witnessed All That Was Most Sordid In Her, And Who Nevertheless Continued To Treat Her With Such Tenderness. But Again She Remembered Mari's Words: She Didn't Need To Explain Her Life To Anyone, Not Even To The Young Man Standing Before Her.