The Voices Of Cold Reason Were Talking,

I Go To Prague Every Year If I Can, Value My Relationships There Like Gold, And Feel Myself In A Sense Czech, With All Their Hopes And Needs. They Are A People I Not Only Love, But Admire.

Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.

There Is No One Who Cannot Be Hated, Against Whatever Odds. Nor Anyone Who Cannot Be Loved, Against All Reason.

Only People Who're Positive Enough To Have Friends Have Enemies. When You're As Glum And Morose As He Was, People Just Give Up And Go Away.