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

— Drea Damara

-I was young! I made a mistake, okay! Haven’t you ever made a mistake?-I’m old! Of course, I’ve made mistakes, you stupid little shit!

— Drea Damara

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

— Drea Damara

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

— Drea Damara

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’t enough of those in the world, at least not in the world he knew.

— Drea Damara

The strongest man survives himself.

— Drea Damara

When Love Was New When love was new and life was young, and once we walked in gracious sun, I never dreamt of darker days, or feared that fate had cruel ways. When life was strong and love was free, and time was once eternity -we never planned for more or less, nor stopped to think we should digress. When love was young and life was new, and everything was once our due, I never doubted what I owned, nor knew the cost was merely loaned. Now love is tried and life is old, and still my feet drag down the road -not knowing where it all has gone, nor how much more it still goes on. But life grows new and love gets old, and this tired heart stays off the cold -not caring it compares with fools, nor wise enough to fear the rules.-Area Samara

— Drea Damara

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

— Drea Damara