Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.
Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.