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To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.
There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.
Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.
Most people approve of capital punishment, but most people wouldn't do the hangman's job.
One wants to live, of course, indeed one only stays alive by virtue of the fear of death.
Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.
The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.
When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.
Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing harder to remember why.
Sex is the most respectable and holy thing in all creation, the most serious act in life.
My house seems remarkably full of people," he observed. "Is it possible we were expected.
One's conscience reproaches one much more stingingly for one's follies than one's crimes.
The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.
And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.
So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana.
Titles are not only important, they are essential for me. I cannot write without a title.
Phoebe Wolkind Ephron cracked wise like Dorothy Parker and looked like Katharine Hepburn.
I just thought you'd like to know I can read. You got anything needs readin' I can do it.
People you don't like are pigheaded. Your friends are stubborn, or hold to their purpose.
It occurred to me that if Africa needed us, sometimes we needed Africa a great deal more.
I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.
It is not from nature, but from education and habits, that our wants are chiefly derived.
For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.
Man is a money-making animal, which propensity too often interferes with his benevolence.
I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas.
At banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again till you crave.
It is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open.
The western spirit is, or will yet be (for no other is, or can be) the true American one.
In Romanian society, I am not particularly well-liked. I don't often receive invitations.
Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
I've yet to meet somebody who said, 'Your stories are so revolting I couldn't read them.'
Writing is about culture and should be about everything. That's what makes it what it is.
There is more time than there is expanse of the world and so any voyage at last will end.
A man does not necessarily sin who does that which our reason and our conscience condemn.
Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain.
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.
On the other hand, the Prince had proved a much more effective teacher than Snape so far.
I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!
Everyone queue up!' Malfoy roared to the crowd. 'Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!
Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything.
He sobbed in desperation at the burden of fear he carried with him every day of his life.
Don’t put your wand there, boy! ... Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!
Why had he never appreciated the miracle that he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?
I said to myself, 'If you don't sit down to it today, when will you ever sit down to it?'
Blessed are they who in this sea of frailty, climb aboard a piece of ass as it floats by.
It’s my future and my life and I can’t make myself live the way someone else wants me to.
You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.
Please, if you would," the butler said, "no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone?" -Fritz