It is not love, but lack of love which is blind |
It is not love, but lack of love which is blind |
It shall never be said that my sorrow has hardened me toward others. |
Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain not to work, not to glow, not to strike home. |
Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain not to work, not to glow, not to strike home. |