No Book, However Good, Can Survive A

I'll Have That Someday, Thought Peter. Someone Who'll Kiss Me Good-bye At The Door. Or Maybe Just Someone To Put A Blindfold Over My Head Before They Shoot Me. Depending On How Things Turn Out.

Where Ideas Are Real And Reality Is Shadow.

No Human Being, When You Understand His Desires, Is Worthless. No One's Life Is Nothing.

Love Is Finding That The Things You Like Best About Yourself Are Not In You At All, But In The Person Who Completes You

Isn’t That What It Means To Be Civilized? That You Can Wait To Get What You Want?