...Summer nights held a special kind of loneliness that gave rise to strange imaginings. One walked the beach alone and thought too much.

Hope, perhaps the most dangerous of all emotions and perhaps the most necessary.

Visions of one powerful scene after another parade across his inner screen, each exploding with drama and meaning

You're on your own now. You are not helpless. You will find your way.

Men and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip.

I have always preferred conflict of individuals over the battle of extreme ideologies.

How gratifying to be there when arrogance collapses. How much more so to be the instrument. (Alfred Gillette)