How obvious it is now--the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you... All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The voice from the shadows, that was you... You always loved me!" Roxanne
A great nose may be an index Of a great soul
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.