Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.

Occasionally The Very Youngness Of The Young Moved Him To Charity--they Had No Sense Of The Swiftness Of Life, Nor Of Its Limits. The Years Would Pass Like Weeks, And Loves Would Pass Too, Or Else Grow Sour.

If A Warrior Lacked Wisdom, Courage Alone Would Not Keep Him Alive For Long.

The Only Bookstore I Had Was The Paperback Rack At The Drugstore.

There Isn't A Thought In My Head I Care To Be Alone With For More Than Five Minutes.

Anyway, Whacking A Surly Bartender Ain't Much Of A Crime.