On The Farm The Weather Was The

If Youth Did Not Matter So Much To Itself, It Would Never Have The Heart To Go On.

Merely Having Seen The Season Change In A Country Gave One The Sense Of Having Been There For A Long Time.

The History Of Every Country Begins In The Heart Of A Man Or A Woman.

Every Fine Story Must Leave In The Mind Of The Sensitive Reader An Intangible Residuum Of Pleasure, A Cadence, A Quality Of Voice That Is Exclusively The Writer's Own, Individual, Unique.

Now I Understood That The Same Road Was To Bring Us Together Again. Whatever We Had Missed, We Possessed Together The Precious, The Incommunicable Past.