I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.

I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.

What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?

Part of being a big winner is the ability to be a big loser. There is no paradox involved. It is a distinctly Harvard thing to be able to turn any defeat into victory

What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she asked. "I never see his face." "He wears a mask?" "In a way, yes. Of stone. Of absolute stone.

although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.