Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

You are my spark ,
            In the dark shadows
                           Of my Heart...

We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon the disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience.

Everyone thinks at some time or other that in a hundred years no one now alive will be on earth - the overwhelming force will sweep the place clean.

Written By Philip Roth

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