You must render: never report.

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

Ale, not beer, in a pewter mug was comme il faut, the only thing for a gentleman of letters, worthy of the name, to drink.

The glasses were half full, which meant that the guests were completely so

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

In fact living is dying.