We Had Made Love Without Love, Half-dressed

She Knew That It Would Not Be Easy To Submit To His Miserliness, Or The Foolishness Of His Premature Appearance Of Age, Or His Maniacal Sense Of Order, Or His Eagerness To As For Everything And Give Nothing At All In Return, But Despite All This, No Man Was Better Company Because No Other Man In The World Was So In Need Of Love.

It Is Life, More Than Death, That Has No Limits.

Old People, With Other Old People, Are Not So Old.

Why Do You Insist On Talking About What Does Not Exist?

Ultimately, Literature Is Nothing But Carpentry. With Both You Are Working With Reality, A Material Just As Hard As Wood.