She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.

The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and pride; a new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken.

She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.