في أزمنة الظلام، تبدأ العينُ بالرؤية

“Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything e…”

“Where has he gone, my meadow mouse,My thumb of a child that nuzzled in my palm?…”

“Love is not love until love´s vulnerable.”

“My Papa's Waltz:The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hu…”