I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.
She was like Marat only with nobody to kill her.
I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.
I don't belong to any club or group. I don't fish, cook, dance, endorse books, sign books, co-sign declarations, eat oysters, get drunk, go to church, go to analysts, or take part in demonstrations.