It Was A Love Of Perpetual Flight.

If You're Going To Be A Writer You Have To Be One Of The Great Ones... After All, There Are Better Ways To Starve To Death.

Give Me A Prejudice And I Will Move The World.

She Let Him Finish, Scratching His Head With The Tips Of Her Fingers, And Without His Having Revealed That He Was Weeping From Love, She Recognized Immediately The Oldest Sobs In The History Of Man.

The Only Regret I Will Have In Dying Is If It Is Not For Love.

He Always Considered Death An Unavoidable Professional Hazard.