In truth, his most ardent fantasy was to hear her saying the three words he had repeated so often already. I love you.

Fabulous. Toleration is the key word. It's a pity few people understand this.

The man is the alien.And the stranger.And the lonely.Confused, lost in himself, he no longer knows who or what he is, why or where he is.

That night as they slept in each other's arms neither Alistair nor Sophia had any nightmares.

Freedom ends when it enslaves.

A mirror does not exist by itself. A mirror is a half. Half is done by the piece. The other half has to be done by the beholder. You need to be the half to see what you’re looking for, so the mirror can exist. As you should do with other persons.

This is the Modern Man, who cannot save himself but wants to save the world.He is the Wise who knows not.And his footsteps on the road click tic-tac, tic-tac

I don't need to be liked because I'm rich. There's more to me than just my bloodied damn money.

She can be seen as a falling star that has been captured by the sky and put in its rightful place.

War comes home— invades it, literally— and every day is another combat. Only, there’s nothing available, nothing real to fight. And you never know when the next attack will come, only from whom it will come.