I resolutely refuse to believe that the state of Edward's health had anything to do with this, and I don't say this only because I was once later accused of attacking him 'on his deathbed.' He was ent...

I remember clearly the deaths of three men. One was the richest man of the century, who, having clawed his way to wealth through the souls and bodies of men, spent many years trying to buy back the lo...

I realized that the childish impression I had always had of my father, as Just Lawgiver, was entirely wrong. We were utterly dependent on this man, who was not only deluded and ignorant, but incompete...

I read. That's my form of travel.

I rang the bell and she opened the door, dried her hands, and said heartily: 'Hello, stranger. I was just saying to Cliff only tonight, it's about time you showed up around here.' I wanted to detach h...

I put the word diagnosis in quotes because I have not yet seen that case in which a diagnosis led to a cure, or in fact to any outcome other than a confirmed, and therefore an enforced, debility.

I prayed for freedom for twenty years, but received no answer until I prayed with my legs.

I played it for my bride, and one day you will play for yours.

I never said I was sad, I’m just pessimistic, said Alecto. Expect the worst, that way you’ll never be disappointed, Mandy Valems.

I must explain Henry early, to avoid disappointment.

I must confess that in all the times I read Madame Bovary, I never noticed the heroine's rainbow eyes. Should I have? Would you? Was I perhaps too busy noticing things that Dr Starkie was missing (tho...

I made the wrong choice , I whispered. My mother shook her head.A child should never have to choose.

I love you, he murmured. My heart swelled in appreciation the way it always did when he shared his feelings. I love you, too.

I love you, my sun, my life, I love your eyes-closed- all the little tails of your thoughts, your stretchy vowels, your whole soul from head to heels.

I love the smell of old books, Mandy sighed, inhaling deeply with the book pressed against her face. The yellow pages smelled of wood and paper mills and mothballs.

I love my job, and I hope people find comfort in knowing there are still people out there who love what they do. —a New York acute care nurse

I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.

I like the scientific spirit—the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine—it always keeps the way bey...

I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.

I learned to look more upon the bright side of my condition, and less upon the dark side, and to consider what I enjoyed, rather than what I wanted : and this gave me sometimes such secret comforts, t...