The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
Each friend represents a world in us.
Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.
A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought.