The sea only drowns its lovers.

The paternalist is a sentimentalist at heart, and the sentimentalist is always potentially cruel.

I am alive, he says to himself, I am alive! And life energy surges hotly through him, and delight, and appetite. How good to be in a body - even this old beat-up carcass - that still has warm blood and live semen and rich marrow and wholesome flesh!

She is sighing deeply now with sympathy and delight - the delight of an addict when someone else admits he's hooked, too.

We live in stirring times- tea-stirring times.

For other people, I can't speak - but, personally, I haven't gotten wise on anything. Certainly, I've been through this and that; and when it happens again, I say to myself, Here it is again. But that doesn't seem to help me. In my opinion, I, personally, have gotten steadily sillier and sillier - and that's a fact.

You see, Kenny, there are some things you don't even know you know, until you're asked.