If You Really Want To Dream, Be

Our Souls Are Prisoners Of The Terror Of Death, And The Day Is Beautiful.

You Shouldn't Have Asked," I Said. "love Doesn't Ask Many Questions, Because If We Stop To Think We Become Fearful. It's An Inexplicable Fear; It's Difficult Even To Describe It. Maybe It's The Fear Of Being Scorned, Of Not Being Accepted, Or Of Breaking The Spell. It's Ridiculous, But That's The Way It Is. That's Why You Don't Ask-you Act. As You've Said Many Times, You Have To Take Risks.

And I Began To Feel Sorry For Myself; For So Many Years, My Drawer Full Of Memories Had Held The Same Old Stories.

The First Indication That We Are Killing Our Dreams Is Lack Of Time.

When It Comes To Treachery, He Is Implacable.