When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love.
A writer is, after all, only half his book. The other half is the reader and from the reader the writer learns.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
