Flowers doesn't  compare 
with each other they just blossom

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging around in slow motion. If I were to look into the teardrop for the next million years, I might never find out who the people are, and what they are doing.

In the field, one quickly learns that everything that was funny at age ten is funny all over again.

It's so heartbreaking, violence, when it's in a house-like seeing the clothes in a tree after an explosion. You may be prepared to see death but not the clothes in the tree.

Written By Philip Roth

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