her sublimity. And that belief had remained with her, I make out, till the

Health is your most treasured gift. As long as you have it, you are independent, master of yourself. Illness grabs the soul. You plunge in and out of hope, fearing you will never recover. All that I have been, all that I am, all that I might become no longer exist. I am alone. Nothing can distract from the truth of this finality. How

Soy como todas las personas: veo el mundo tal como desearía que sucedieran las cosas, y no como realmente suceden.

It's healthier to reject certain cautions than fall in line. I assume you know that, he said.

Written By Don DeLillo

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