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Home: it was a phrase one used to mean four walls behind which one slept. There had never been a home.

Everyone knew vice was bad for any real revolutionary climate.

Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

Is bravery, then, no more than pride? Because there are none to witness the shame shall I retreat?

I am not asleep, nor am I awake, and in my reverie things I have seen mingle with things I have read or heard, like rivers of different colour or clarity meeting.

Fear has always seemed to me to run a course, and at its climax the body and perhaps the spirit defend themselves by drawing on some new and fresh source of strength.

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.

I know I am making the choice most dangerous to an artist in valuing life above art.

Gone, those times. Closed, sealed, and gone.

In heaven’s name what kind of monster would I be, what would I do? Just trying to imagine it was so frightful I wanted to scream.

She seemed to live in a happy world of her own, only venturing out to meet the few whom she trusted and loved.

Now that we know where we’re going, let’s go there. It’s so nice to know where you’re going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.

He who has the right to sit in judgment also has the obligation to listen to the defendant’s statement.

Yellow dust was dropping from the lime trees, and wild roses grew on the trunks of the apple trees. Pale red, gorged red, fiery, aching, harsh as anger, sweet as drugs.

Most people in Leadington, like most people else­where, are either asleep or dead.

All sorts of thoughts filled my mind - how brightly my reputation had shone, and now how easily in an evil moment it had been dimmed or rather completely blotted out.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

I don’t know what disturbs me more: that I killed him, or that I could do it again.

Music is a democratic form of art. You don’t need money to buy it or education to study it. All you need is a pair of these [...] Ears.

Here in St. Cloud's it is high time something was done for the good of someone. What better place for improvement could there be for self-improvement, and for the good of all than a place where evil has so clearly flourished if not altogether triumphed?

If you’re in love with somebody, you’re in love with them, and they can do all sorts of things, be as mean as hell, and you’ll forgive them or just not bother about it. At least, some women will.

There was the human body, which was so clearly designed to want babies--and then there was the human mind, which was so confused about the matter.

Don't we all write about love? When men do it, it's a political comment. When women do it, it's just a love story.

Thanks to this education, I have to experience a new sensation in order to appreciate new pain.

A movie’s a place where you pay your money to exchange faces for a while.

Your daddy wanted you to be everything he wasn't...and at the same time he tried to make you into everything he was. I don't know if he was right or wrong...but I do know he meant to do more good than he meant to do harm.

For many years I have known that you had escaped this realization of our intrinsic weakness, of our humanity, but I knew you must come to it, for we all do.

The soul of the man showed itself for a moment like an evil face in the window of a reputable house.

There was some truth in that. Then I didn’t feel like drowning.

If you think of the dark
as a black park
and the moon as a bounced ball,
then there’s nothing to be frightened of
at all.

I would rather fail through acting well than win by evil means.

For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and of course, its consequences.

I am growing up. I am losing my illusions perhaps to acquire new ones.

When I was lonely, confused and angry, the ocean was always there, a vast salty poultice sucking the poison from my system.

My dear Gerald, women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.

Death – mysterious, untraceable death, death swift and terrible, death full of pain and indignity – would be released upon this city, and go hither and thither seeking his victims.

I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don’t think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes, but servants by their very nature betray.

Some people build fences to keep people out...and other people build fences to keep people in.

It is impossible not to yield to this truth, when it is felt.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.

On every side was the silence, pressing upon them with atangible presence. It affected their minds as the many atmospheres ofdeep water affect the body of the diver.

How curious and interesting is the parallel — as far as poverty of biographical details is concerned — between Satan and Shakespeare.

Church is full of people with plenty to say and nothing to do. You'd think some of them would help us instead of talk about us, but I guess it's easier to say you love Jesus and harder to act like him.

I have heard men talk of the blessings of freedom but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

All knowledge, we find, must be built up upon our instinctive beliefs, and if these are rejected, nothing is left.

Poor woman, do you want to know where hatred ends? Look to love.

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.

The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.

Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny Reveals himself a liar and a fool; What is any of us but a straw in a storm?