Sometimes You Make Up Your Mind About

God Has Been Kind To Dogs In No Putting A Sense Of Beauty Into Their Heads.

Perhaps If They Had Stayed Together Longer, Sabina And Franz Would Have Begun To Understand The Words They Used. Gradually, Timorously, Their Vocabularies Would Have Come Together, Like Bashful Lovers, And The Music Of One Would Have Begun To Intersect With The Music Of The Other. But It Was Too Late Now.

The Emotion Of Love Gives All Of Us A Misleading Illusion Of Knowing The Other.

She Was Experiencing The Same Odd Happiness And Odd Sadness As Then. The Sadness Meant: We Are At The Last Station. The Happiness Meant: We Are Together. The Sadness Was Form, The Happiness Content. Happiness Filled The Space Of Sadness.

Listening To A News Broadcast Is Like Smoking A Cigarette And Crushing The Butt In The Ashtray.