Wyrd Bith Ful Araed (fate

You Won't Regret The Men You Never Killed, But You Will Regret The Women You Passed Up.

Love Is A Dangerous Thing. It Comes In Disguise To Change Our Life... Lust Is The Deceiver. Lust Wrenches Our Lives Until Nothing Matters Except The One We Think We Love, And Under That Deceptive Spell We Kill For Them, Give All For Them, And Then, When We Have What We Have Wanted, We Discover That It Is All An Illusion And Nothing Is There. Lust Is A Voyage To Nowhere, To An Empty Land, But Some Men Just Love Such Voyages And Never Care About The Destination. Love Is A Voyage Too, A Voyage With No Destination Except Death, But A Voyage Of Bliss.

Pride Makes A Man, It Drives Him, It Is The Shield Wall Around His Reputation... Men Die, They Said, But Reputation Does Not Die.

We Don't Build,' I Said To My Son, 'we Just Destroy.

I'm Fortunate That The Books Sell, But Even More Fortunate To Live In Chatham, To Be Very Happily Married And To Have, On The Whole, A Fairly Clear Conscience.