True utter north, compass of my heart and needle pointing northward, the north of my dreams and the north of my waking
I remember you coming home from work, it was tea time. You were exhausted but I had waited urged the clock to hurry all day at school
He had a very important meeting at 11 a.m. and there were still a hundred kilometers to go. A terrible highway, apparently abandoned, where the undergrowth had already taken the entire shoulder extension and from where, now and then, through the dead fractures of the asphalt, the dry branches shook its bony arches.
"I know about lots of things I've never seen. And so do you." – Clarice Lispector
I’ve sold two Dianas this month. Harold is not happy. “One week,” he says, gesturing across the store, the first its kind in America, “then it’s bye-bye to Bodyvival for you.”