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He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark.
Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —
Their reward for enduring the awful experience was the right to tell people about it.
The devil is everywhere under the skin of things, searching for a way into the light.
From one seed a whole handful: that was what it meant to say the bounty of the earth.
Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.
Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.
Strong relationships are not rocked by a truth that is grounded by resolute monogamy.
Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.
Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.
Goddamn it, FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.
And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!
A man must feel he runs things, but as long as you control yourself, you control him.
I used to want to be a backup singer. Not a lead singer, because I really can't sing.
I've come to see that I'm saying something that people generally do not want to hear.
No people come into possession of a culture without having paid a heavy price for it.
The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions that have been hidden by the answers.
The endurance of the inequalities of life by the poor is the marvel of human society.
Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.
White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.
(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.
Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.
There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.
Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it.
Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death.
Have you any other objection than your belief of my indifference?" - Elizabeth Bennet
I just assumed that if you were a girl-child, you were supposed to grow up and write.
The one thing ... maybe no family could tolerate was things coming out into the open.
Trollope wrote so many novels and other works that they tend to crowd each other out.
Anything devised by man has bureaucracy, corrpution and error hardwired at inception.
Writing is a subtle art that is reached mostly by self-discovery and experimentation.
Don't move," said Sprockett."Mimes don't generally attack unless they are threatened.
I don't investigate things by writing about them, but let them build up inside of me.
All women are born evil. Some just realize their potential later in life than others.
If you sing a song of peace with enough gestures and grimaces, it becomes a war song.
Children learn to speak Male or Female the way they learn to speak English or French.
Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.
Take whatever you can from others, and when there is nothing left, forget about them.
The dot that became a speck that became a blob that became a figure that became a boy
There is a terrible sameness to the euphoria of alcohol and the euphoria of metaphor.
Wisdom is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.
Life is to be used, not just held in the hand like a box of bonbons that nobody eats.
Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.
I’ve always thought a novelist only has one character and that is himself or herself.
'Time' was a glorious place to work in the years that I was there, from 1959 to 1964.
I was a newspaper editor in the Army, and I know something about the Army PR culture.
All dancing is now is standing in place and letting the devil of the music enter you.
Living is a compromise, between doing what you want and doing what other people want.
As souls must cry when they awaken in tiny babies and find themselves far from heaven