This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must always invent themselves, too.

We're on the other side of the fence now, Lena,' she says, tiredly, as she passes. "Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

...the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. This is half the reason for the cure: It clean-sweeps; it makes the past, and all its pain, distant, like the barest impression on sparkling glass.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

It is war now, and armies need symbols.