Occupation: Novelist Birth: December 19, 1919 Death: February 24, 2012
When little things are so important, it's because there aren't any big ones..
You'll see, you'll come to understand. These big things, these terrible things, are not the important ones. If they were, how could one go on living?….
But death does not stand at the end of life, it is all through it. It is the fear of losing, the knowledge of losing that makes love tender..