When You Travel Your First Discovery Is

While You Are Living, Part Of You Has Slipped Away To The Cemetery.

The Greatest Gift Is A Passion For Reading.

Now, My Novel Begins. No, Now I Begin My Novel—and Yet I Cannot Decide Whether To Call Myself I Or She.

The Laughter Of Adults Was Always Very Different From The Laughter Of Children. The Former Indicated A Recognition Of The Familiar, But In Children It Came From The Shock Of The New.

Self-love Is An Idolatry. Self-hatred Is A Tragedy.