I could die for you. But I couldn't$$$ and wouldn't$$$ live for you.

Fain would I climb$$$ yet fear I to fall.

The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.

Your children make it impossible to regret your past. They're its finest fruits. Sometimes the only ones.

Books are the plane$$$ and the train$$$ and the road. They are the destination$$$ and the journey. They are home.

The thing that is really hard$$$ and really amazing$$$ is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.

The oldest$$$ shortest words "yes" and "no" are those which require the most thought.

The object of life is to make sure you die a weird death. To make sure that$$$ however it finds you$$$ it finds you under very weird circumstances.

The act of metaphor then was a thrust at truth and a lie$$$ depending where you were: inside$$$ safe$$$ or outside$$$ lost.

... as long as American life was something to be escaped from$$$ the cartel would always be assured a bottomless pool of new customers.