Who said . . . . . . Who said . . . My father used to tell me stories before I fell asleep. When the children would gather, at a certain point, I had a tendency to make up my own elementary variations on stories I had heard, or to invent totally new ones. Who said . . .
Man is born broken.
He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue. Who said . . . Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept. And tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.