Art / Type Geschehen / Happen Hand Schreiben / Write Sogar / Even
I need to write to be happy.
We tried not to age, but time had its rage.
Death is not the worst that can happen to men.
I can't whistle. My husband makes fun of me for that.
Even when there are times that we're not happy, happiness will creep in.
I still write in long hand. I type like a chimpanzee.
I hear entire symphonies, oratorios, in my head, but I can't write a note.
Writers will happen in the best of families.
I have written ever since I knew mechanically how to do it.
