But You Want To See

She Was Loved Deeply, But Not Widely

You Spend Your Whole Life Stuck In The Labyrinth.

I Didn't Even Know What The Feeling Was, Really, Just That There Was A Lot Of It.

But To Be Perfectly Frank, This Childish Idea That The Author Of A Novel Has Some Special Insight Into The Characters In The Novel ... It's Ridiculous. That Novel Was Composed Of Scratches On A Page, Dear. The Characters Inhabiting It Have No Life Outside Of Those Scratches. What Happened To Them? They All Ceased To Exist The Moment The Novel Ended.

That Smile Could End Wars And Cure Cancer.