He Was Still Too Young To Know

A Famous Writer Who Wants To Continue Writing Has To Be Constantly Defending Himself Against Fame.

"things Have A Life Of Their Own," The Gypsy Proclaimed With A Harsh Accent. "it's Simply A Matter Of Waking Up Their Souls."

She Was A Ghost In A Strange House That Overnight Had Become Immense And Solitary And Through Which She Wandered Without Purpose, Asking Herself In Anguish Which One Of Them Was Deader: The Man Who Had Died Or The Woman He Had Left Behind.

The Only Thing Worse Than Bad Health Is A Bad Name.

She Knew That He Loved Her Above All Else, More Than Anything In The World, But Only For His Own Sake.