I say to myself that her small hands are no more worm, and that I would never again carry them soft to my front.


Le livre de ma mère [The Book of My Mother] (1954)

Albert Cohen Quotes

I say to myself that her small hands are no more worm, and that I would never again carry them soft to my front.

I say to myself that her small hands are no more worm, and that I would never again carry them soft to my front.

I say to myself that her small hands are no more worm, and that I would never again carry them soft to my front.

I say to myself that her small hands are no more worm, and that I would never again carry them soft to my front.