The boy was not insensitive, he knew; but he had the facility and self-confidence that came of looking at fate not as a master but as an equal.

Ripe for romance? Is that not only the self-conscious and sensitive young man's way of saying he was heavy with passion? Is not, perhaps, romance only the fiction by means of which the tender-minded negotiate their lust?

We all know we are going to die but somehow we don’t live like we are going to.

The silent majority distrusts people who believe in causes.

Written By Brian Moore

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