I finally understood—nearly twenty years too late.

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.

She turned back to the piano. In the last days of her life, she had finally realized her grand dream: to play with her heart and soul, for as long as she wanted and whenever the mood took her.

The minute you land in New Orleans, something wet and dark leaps on you and starts humping you like a swamp dog in heat, and the only way to get that aspect of New Orleans off you is to eat it off.

Written By Tom Robbins

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