My Definition Of What Makes

Travel Is Compost For The Mind

A Broken Heart Is Such A Shabby Thing, Like Poverty And Failure And The Incurable Diseases Which Are Also Deforming. I Hate It And Am Ashamed Of It, And I Must Somehow Repair This Heart And Put It Back Into Its Normal Condition, As A Tough Somewhat Scarred But Operating Organ.

If I Practised Sex, Out Of Moral Conviction, That Was One Thing; But To Enjoy It... Seemed A Defeat.

Nothing Is Better For Self-esteem Than Survival.

It Is Alleged That Half A Million Spanish Men, Women And Children Fled To France After The Franco Victory.