There is no such thing as an ex-exhibitionist.
I've reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.
Violence is the instinctive response to fear.
the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.
Don't borrow trouble. The interest is too high.
The day will probably come when you can tell everything about a person from his dreams except his age and weight.