On revient toujours a son premier amour. It sounds like a cynicism to-day. As if we really meant: On ne revient jamais a son premier amour. But as a matter of fact, a man never leaves his first love,...
Though sometimes, first love cauterises the heart, and all any searcher will find thereafter is scar tissue.
I promise I'll take care of you, he whispers. You're safe with me. Even with an army of motorcycle guys outside that door, I firmly believe him.
She's my girl now and I'll do anything for her at any time. I'm in love with her.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end,...