“She was lucky to be wanted not desired though, worse pain is the feeling of being unwanted in love.”

“There was no wind which could have swept my thoughts away from my bositerous heart; not that day, not this day and not any other day”

“Playing is more than the act of judging the possibility of defeat or victory, playing is the probability of hope we will have victory.”

“There was nothing special with the way he looked at her but her heart raced even with a glance.”

“It is not the dead rather the ones who lives through war have seen the dreadful end of the war, you might have been victorious, unwounded but deep within you, you carry the mark of the war, you car...”

“You can't have a women's body without having her heart, mind and soul if only momentarily.”

“Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.”

“My heart had melted into something akin to a sensation of happiness, peace of mind one might even say, at the realization that I had now reached the very bottom of agony.”

“To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, cant sit still, move, or even go decently insane.”

“How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on...”

“Some call me nature, others call me Mother Nature. ... How you choose to live each day, whether you regard me or disregard me, doesn't really matter to me. One way or other, your actions will deter...”

“The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.”

“Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy - love which creates life?”

“Okay baby, let's take this rocket to Uranus. This hoor is perfect, and she can act as well.”

“Who is to blame? The filth peddler, of course, but even more than this vulgar entertainer, the filth consumer, the public. So long as men are corrupt and revel in sewer filth, entertainers will sel...”