Should We Put Out The Light? And

Your Love To Others, And Their Love For You, That The Increase Of Love In Life Itself Around You, Is What Matters.

My Last Sunrise. That Morning, I Was Not Yet A Vampire. And I Saw My Last Sunrise. I Remember It Completely; Yet I Do Not Think I Remember Any Other Sunrise Before It.

I Do Want To Go Another Way - To Write Something Completely Different.

Give Me A Man Or Woman Who Has Read A Thousand Books And You Give Me An Interesting Companion. Give Me A Man Or Woman Who Has Read Perhaps Three And You Give Me A Very Dangerous Enemy Indeed.

The Prince Is Never Going To Come. Everyone Knows That; And Maybe Sleeping Beauty's Dead.