A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.

because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.

Every crucial experience can be regarded as a setback - or a start of a new kind of development. [You have the responsibility to decide if you will see it as a bad setback or good start!]