I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it.

All good books have one thing in common - they are truer than if they had really happened.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.

There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their acquiring.

Some people show evil as a great racehorse shows breeding. They have the dignity of a hard chancre.

If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.