At the very end of a book I can manage to work for longer stretches, but mostly, making stuff up for three hours, that's enough. I can't do any more. At the end of the day I might tinker with my morning's work and maybe write some again. But I think ...
Three glasses of wine end a hundred quarrels.
Marriages sealed with rings end with drawn knives.
He who never begins will never end.
Love begins with song and music and ends in a sea of tears.
The river's reputation ends where the sea begins.
All readers have reading in common.
My fear of the future, she says, has not yet failed.
If something wants to be a story, it will be.
...love is suffering - that's the happy ending...
Real lives have no end. Real books have no end.
I just knew. There was no movie ending. There was only an ending.
In the end, the world returns to a grain.
I think I learned pretty early that in the end, it's only you. To an extent, you're all alone.
Romance can end, but I don't think art really ends, as romantic as that might sound.
Life isn't a book. There's no guarantee of a happy ending.
All the currencies of Europe are relatives of the Dollar.
To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.
Ana was a perpetual victim in a never-ending search for a victimizer.
In the end, all disguises must drop.
...but fear of death gives us strength.
