There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.

As I walked briskly out the road the wind knifed at my face, but this sun caressed the back of my neck.

All of them, all except Phineas, constructed at infinite cost to themselves these Maginot Lines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier, this enemy who never attacked that way-if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

Teenagers today are more free to be themselves and to accept themselves.

Looking back now across fifteen years I could see with great clarity the fear I had lived in, which must mean that in the interval I had succeeded in a very important undertaking: I must have made my escape from it.

Sarcasm... the protest of those who are weak.