ada perempuan, perempuan tidak beruntung yang selalu merasa beruntung, dia selalu bahagia, bahagia menyayangi dirinya, hingga suatu ketika, perempuan itu bertemu seorang laki-laki, laki-laki tak asing, perempuan tidak mengenalnya, yang dia tahu sejak saat itu, laki-laki itu mempunyai senyum paling damai, indah, menenangkan, di foto laki-laki itu tidak suka tersenyum, padahal pada definisi dunia nyata dia selalu ramah tersenyum, senyumnya saja cukup, cukup menenangkan dan membahagiakan perempuan bahagia, perempuan bahagia semakin bahagia, menyayangi dirinya dan laki-laki tak asing, hingga suatu ketika perempuan bahagia menyadari dia jatuh cinta
Books are the mirrors of the soul. For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think, well not even think. To be silent, to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated, and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shoped core of darkness, something invisible to others, and this self having shed its attachments was free for strangest adventures.
I hope she'll be a fool, that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.