There Is A Point Of No Return,

I Measured Love By The Extent Of My Jealousy.

Rocinante Was Of More Value For A True Traveller Than A Jet Plane. Jet Planes Were For Business Men.

Indifference And Pride Look Very Much Alike, And He Probably Thought I Was Proud.

Lies Had Deserted Me, And I Felt As Lonely As Though They Had Been My Only Friends.

Lust Is Not The Worst Thing. It Is Because Any Day, Any Time, Lust May Turn Into Love That We Have To Avoid It. And When We Love Our Sin Then We Are Damned Indeed.