“I needed to know that Death was here, in the room, and that I was too fast, too young, and too smart for him.”
“I'm too young, too smart and too good-looking to die.”
“Too Fast To Live, Too Young To Die.”
“She smiles at him, too young to know him for a stranger, and too innocent yet to care.”
“On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling.Yet here we are.”
“Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myselfsometimes, or how to measure and name and count out thegrains that make me what I am.”