One Does Not Know Where Love Will

The English Language On Her Tongue Became A Smoke-screen, Without Her Eyes Changing Expression In The Least.

It Did Not Look Like The Work Of God, But It Might Have Represented The Handicraft Of A God With A Joyous Sense Of Humor, A Dancing God Who Loved Mischief As Much As Prayer, And Playfulness As Much As Mischief.

Reading Is The Most Rewarding Form Of Exile And The Most Necessary Discipline For Novelists Who Burn With The Ambition To Get Better.

Writing Poetry And Reading Books Causes Brain Damage.

The Fruit Tasted Foreign But Indigenous, Like Sunlight A Tree Had Changed Through Patience.