I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s. - Truman Capote

The mill owner's wife persist. 'A dollar, my foot! Fifty cents. That's my last offer. Goodness, woman, you can get another one.' In answer, my friend gently reflects: 'I doubt it. There's never two of anything.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.

[C]locks indeed must have thier sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?