Not so much two ships passing in the night as two ships sailing together for a time but always bound for different ports.

Every island to a child is a treasure island.

Can we ever break free of the devices and desires of our own hearts? Might not our conscience be telling us what we most want to hear?

I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.

Children live in occupied territory. The brave and the foolhardy openly rebel against authority, whether harsh or benign. But most tread warily, outwardly accommodating themselves to alien mores and edicts while living in secret their iconoclastic and subversive lives.

A nation that can't remember its dead will soon cease to be worth dying for.

Increase your word power. Words are the raw material of our craft.