Drea Damara

The strongest man survives himself.

She better be capable of achieving something of the greatness that a cure for cancer would give the world or as damned good of an assassin as he was. If she possessed none of that, she should at least be the kind of woman with both a personality and face that could make any man question his better judgment. There weren__ enough of those in the world, at least not in the world he knew.

Of all the comforting objects in this world, few things are as reassuring and accepting as books.

When you know the truth about a person then they become real to you, not just a face that you can forget.

On the contrary, I think making you happy should be taken very seriously.

Books keep and reciprocate our secrets, dreams, regrets, and hopes better than any friend in the world.

When Love Was NewWhen love was newand life was young,and once we walkedin gracious sun,I never dreamt of darker days,or feared that fate had cruel ways.When life was strongand love was free,and time was onceeternity -we never planned for more or less,nor stopped to think we should digress.When love was youngand life was new,and everythingwas once our due,I never doubted what I owned,nor knew the cost was merely loaned.Now love is triedand life is old,and still my feetdrag down the road -not knowing where it all has gone,nor how much more it still goes on.But life grows newand love gets old,and this tired heartstays off the cold -not caring it compares with fools,nor wise enough to fear the rules.-Drea Damara

-I was young! I made a mistake, okay! Haven__ you ever made a mistake?-I__ old! Of course I__e made mistakes, you stupid little shit!