I Understand That When People

After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other

A Novel Is A Book With A Lot Of Pages.

A Language Is The Appearances Of Connections Therefore Language As In Writing Doesn't Express Anything: It Creates.

But Now That She Had Achieved Knighthood, And Thought And Acted As She Wanted And Decided, For One Has To Act In This Way In Order To Save This World, She Neither Noticed Nor Cared That All The People Around Her Thought She Was Insane.

Life Doesn't Exist Inside Language: Too Bad For Me.