Diney Pau:
The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
Diney Pau:
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Diney Pau:
What hell fire spawn is this abonimation I see! (whispers..) Wonders if I can ride thee?
Diney Pau:
“Listen, listen with your eyes, and your lips. Listen with your skin, and your blood. Can you hear us, at the edges?”
Diney Pau:
“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.”
Diney Pau:
a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories -
Diney Pau:
My poinsettia did not turn scarlet until I planted it in new surroundings. Colour is not something one has, colour is bestowed on one by others.”