The Only Reason Anyone Would Sell Salt

We Become Imprisoned By Our Memories, And That Makes Our Lives Wretched.

Some People Appear To Be Happy, But They Simply Don't Give The Matter Much Thought. Others Make Plans: I'm Going To Have A Husband, A Home, Two Children, A House In The Country. As Long As They're Busy Doing That, They're Like Bulls Looking For The Bullfighter: They React Instinctively, They Blunder On, With No Idea Where The Target Is. They Get Their Car, Sometimes They Even Get A Ferrari, And They Think That's The Meaning Of Life, And They Never Question It. Yet Their Eyes Betray The Sadness That Even They Don't Know They Carry In Their Soul. Are You Happy?

Even Stopped Clocks Are Right Twice A Day.

I Only Can Write A Book Every Two Years, You Know. And I Write Very Fast, But I'm Not Always Writing Every Day. I Needed A Contact With Different Things, Like Nature, For Example. I Cannot Be In Front Of A Computer Trying To Tell A Story.

Love Is An Act Of Faith, Not An Exchange