Happiness Is Never Really So Welcome As

She Had Lost All Our Memories For Ever, And It Was As Though By Dying She Had Robbed Me Of Part Of Myself. I Was Losing My Individuality. It Was The First Stage Of My Own Death, The Memories Dropping Off Like Gangrened Limbs.

Media Is Just A Word That Has Come To Mean Bad Journalism.

Friendship Is Something In The Soul. It Is A Thing One Feels. It Is Not A Return For Something.

He Was Like A Child With Haemophilia: Every Contact Drew Blood.

I Can Never Think Of You As A Friend. You Can Do Without A Friend.