She better be capable of achieving something of the greatness that a cure for cancer would give the world or as damned good of an assassin as he was. If she possessed none of that, she should at least be the kind of woman with both a personality and face that could make any man question his better judgment. There weren’t enough of those in the world, at least not in the world he knew.

The strongest man survives himself.

-I was young! I made a mistake, okay! Haven’t you ever made a mistake?-I’m old! Of course I’ve made mistakes, you stupid little shit!

When Love Was NewWhen love was newand life was young,and once we walkedin gracious sun,I never dreamt of darker days,or feared that fate had cruel ways.When life was strongand love was free,and time was onceeternity -we never planned for more or less,nor stopped to think we should digress.When love was youngand life was new,and everythingwas once our due,I never doubted what I owned,nor knew the cost was merely loaned.Now love is triedand life is old,and still my feetdrag down the road -not knowing where it all has gone,nor how much more it still goes on.But life grows newand love gets old,and this tired heartstays off the cold -not caring it compares with fools,nor wise enough to fear the rules.-Drea Damara

Books keep and reciprocate our secrets, dreams, regrets, and hopes better than any friend in the world.

On the contrary, I think making you happy should be taken very seriously.

When you know the truth about a person then they become real to you, not just a face that you can forget.

Of all the comforting objects in this world, few things are as reassuring and accepting as books.