Best 4 quotes of Nancy Peters on MyQuotes

I'm looking for the binding energy of a look a crop of reflections to be reaped in a winter of thorn when icebergs of illusion will melt to be served at high tea and the spaces between the poles pinned down

The mood of the '50s is like today.

The old San Francisco is under attack to the point where it's disappearing

The tempest unleashes an alphabetletters fall through the apertures of crazy anglesto spell out the futureuprooting the course of inventionand enslaving the masters