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... Any Fictionis Bound To Be Transposed Autobiography.

Intimacies Between Women Often Go Backwards, Beginning In Revelations And Ending In Small Talk.

Fate Is Not An Eagle, It Creeps Like A Rat.

The Heart May Think It Knows Better: The Senses Know That Absence Blots People Out. We Really Have No Absent Friends. The Friend Becomes A Traitor By Breaking, However Unwillingly Or Sadly, Out Of Our Own Zone: A Hard Judgment Is Passed On Him, For All The Pleas Of The Heart.

We Can Surmount The Anger We Feel. To Find Oneself Like A Young Tree Inside A Tomb Is To Discover The Power To Crack The Tomb And Grow Up To Any Height.