I Enjoy Reading Biographies Because I Want

To Know That One Has Never Really Tried - That Is The Only Death

The Human Heart Clings - Even To Its Pain.

If A Man Is Worth Loving At All, He Is Worth Loving Generously, Even Recklessly.

Never Shall I Forget Those Naked, Clean-swept Little Canadian Towns, One Just Like The Other. Before I Was Twelve Years Old, I Must Have Lived In Fifty Of Them.

By The Time We've Hit Fifty, We Have Learned Our Hardest Lessons