Sometimes Not Having Any Idea

When You Get Divorced And Remarried, Nobody Gets Discarded. Everybody Is Still There. Even If Their Storyline Is Not Directly Yours.

I Don't Believe In Fate, As In, Which I - As A Catholic, I Think, Sort Of Predestination. But I Certainly Believe In Chance.

He Believed That Life, True Life, Was Something That Was Stored In Music. True Life Was Kept Safe In The Lines Of Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin While You Went Out In The World And Met The Obligations Required Of You. Certainly He Knew (though Did Not Completely Understand) That Opera Wasn't For Everyone, But For Everyone He Hoped There Was Something. The Records He Cherished, The Rare Opportunities To See A Live Performance, Those Were The Marks By Which He Gauged His Ability To Love.

The Hardest Piece Of Nonfiction I Ever Wrote Isn't Anywhere Close To The Easiest Piece Of Fiction I Never Wrote.

It Is Said The Sesta Is One Of The Only Gifts The Europeans Brought To South America, But I Imagine The Brazilians Could Have Figured Out How To Sleep In The Afternoon Without Having To Endure Centuries Of Murder And Enslavement.