“Its sound in her soul was a distant fast train. Love did not bring happiness, it did not last, and it ended in pain. She did not want to believe this, and she was not certain that she did; perhaps… — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie. — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
