A rich man's body is like a premium cotton pillow, white and soft and blank. Ours are different. My father's spine was a knotted rope, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see the ribs pressing out against it.
"Escribir es una forma de terapia; a veces me pregunto cómo se las arreglan los que no escriben, los que no pintan o componen música. ?Dónde encuentran el alivio?"