I used to build dreams about you.

Stahr's eyes and Kathleen's met and tangled. For an instant they made love as no one ever dares to do after. Their glance was slower than an embrace, more urgent than a call.

Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

Feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember

When I see a beautiful shell like that I can't help feeling a regret about what's inside it.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.