We Are All Of Us Resigned To

Love Had Turned Into "love Affair" With A Begining And An End.

I Had To Touch You With My Hands, I Had To Taste You With My Tongue; One Can't Love And Do Nothing.

An Autobiography Is Only 'a Sort Of Life' - It May Contain Less Errors Of Fact Than A Biography, But It Is Of Necessity Even More Selective: It Begins Later And It Ends Prematurely.

Oh, I’m Not A Berkeleian. I Believe My Back’s Against This Wall. I Believe There’s A Sten Gun Over There.

Hope Was An Instinct Only The Reasoning Human Mind Could Kill. An Animal Never Knew Despair.