“Finally, she mused that human existence is as brief as the life of autumn grass, so what was there to fear from… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
There is a man sleeping in the grass. And over him is gathering the greatest storm of all his days. Such lightening… — Alan Paton Copy Share Image
On the course, what is feared is like a magnet. Water, bunkers, trees, ravines, high grass - whatever you fear turns magnetic. — Wiffi Smith Copy Share Image
