If I were to live my life over again, I would be an American. I would steep myself in America, I would know no other land.
I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.
Though it might have its momentary alarms, paternity is not an exciting vocation.
His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.
Excellence does not require perfection.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.