I Was Afraid Of Being Rejected, Yes.

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five Year Old Girl Who Died? That She Was Beautiful And Brilliant. That She Loved Mozart And Bach. The Beatles. And Me.

Some Were Brilliant Bordering On Genius. Others, Genius Bordering On Madness

What Term Do You Employ When You Speak Of Your Progenitor?" I Answered With The Term I'd Always Wanted To Employ. "sonovabitch." "to His Face?" She Asked. "i Never See His Face." "he Wears A Mask?" "in A Way, Yes. Of Stone. Of Absolute Stone.

Part Of Being A Big Winner Is The Ability To Be A Big Loser. There Is No Paradox Involved. It Is A Distinctly Harvard Thing To Be Able To Turn Any Defeat Into Victory

I Think The Peace Corps Is A Fine Thing, Don't You?" He Said. "well," I Replied, "it's Certainly Better Than War Corps.