There Is Within Every Human Being A

Friends You Have, People You Love, Die And Are Born Again.

Nothing Gives Quite The Satisfaction That Doing Things Brings.

Father Was Made For Romance. For Him There Was No Such Thing As A Fact.

I Had A World, And It Slipped Away From Me. The War Blew Up More Than The Bodies Of Men....it Blew Ideas Away.

I Think The Whole Glory Of Writing Lies In The Fact That It Forces Us Out Of Ourselves And Into The Lives Of Others.