Helping My Stepdad Find Happiness Again

The places where thought transformed in something else… This is how he explained the phenomena that were not yet elucidated. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.”

Diana was driving with her usual airy and easy manner. Diana, of course. The bedroom door slammed against the wall:

“You beast! When I was thinking deeply about her, it seemed as if the furniture started to crack all of a sudden and in the sounds made by the wood, I recognized her voice. The books did not give me anything more than I had already known: it was a holy place, like many others, where miracles would happen. But is it not the first step towards madness?