You're Beautiful, Like A May Fly.

All Our Words From Loose Using Have Lost Their Edge.

To Hell With Luck. I'll Bring The Luck With Me.

There Are Only Two Places In The World Where We Can Live Happy: At Home And In Paris.

I Hate A Cramp, He Thought. It Is A Treachery Of One's Own Body.

Perhaps Wars Weren't Won Anymore. Maybe They Went On Forever. Maybe It Was Another Hundred Years' War.