If there are junk yards in hell, love is the dog that guards the gates.

“SO YOU WANT TO BE A WRITERif it doesn't come bursting out of youin spite of eve…”

“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer wh…”

“Tinha o cartão Gold Visa. Estava vivo. Talvez. Começava até a me sentir como Ni…”

“she is no longerthe beautiful womanshe was. she sendsphotos of herselfsitting u…”