“Wonder whether Mussolini's mother spanked him too much or too little--you never know, these psychological days. Can distinctly remember spanking Peter, but it doesn't seem to have warped him much, so psychologists very likely all wrong.”

“And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.”

“You spanked me,” she told him.“I did.” He lifted her shoulders high enough to push a wedge pillow under the pad. “And I enjoyed it very much. You have a very spankable ass, no?”

“Drink my friends. You can never drink too much alcohol when you have drunk too much sorrow.” - Peter Kotara.”

“I think part of me doesn't want to remember him, for fear of missing him too much.”

“But love doesn't always generate hope. Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much love or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have love measured out in the wrong proportions. It's like your sunlight and water--the wrong kind of love is just as likely to stifle hope as it is to nourish it.”