True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.
He had then warned his daughter not to violate the Eleventh Commandment.”Which one is that?” I asked her.”Do not bullshit thy father,” she said.
The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?
There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.
I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.
Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness
What the hell makes you smart?” I asked.”I wouldn’t go for coffee with you.””Listen – I wouldn’t ask you.””That,” she replied, “is what makes you stupid.
True love comes quietly without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells get your ears checked.
True love comes quietly without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells get your ears checked.