Notoriety wasn't as good as fame, but was heaps better than obscurity.

Nor Time, nor Place, nor Chance, nor Death can bow/my least desires unto the least remove

Me estrechó la mano y se despidió con una frase que lo mismo podía ser un buen consejo que una amenaza:Cuídese mucho.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.

Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.

La dictadura acecha siempre detrás de la demagogia.

If we could believe that he [Jesus] really countenanced the follies, the falsehoods, and the charlatanism which his biographers [Gospels] father on him, and admit the misconstructions, interpolations,...

I understand now that the only time black people don't feel guilty is when we've actually done something wrong, because that relieves us of the cognitive dissonance of being black and innocent, and in...

I need to stop thinking about how people see me and figure out who I am. Faking it isn't working. We should focus on being happy....Just happy.

I need a hug from you to make me feel better about the fact I need a hug from you.

I just don't want you to feel that way, because I love you. I'm in love with you. Forever and ever, and all the corny things I can attach to that.

I commit her to memory. When I'm alone, I feel a strange yearning, the hunger of a man fasting not because he believes but because he's ashamed. Not the cleansing hunger of the devout, but the feveris...

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

He penned a letter to the Company in London, a letter whose unfailing spirit would become legendary among the sailors of the East India Company. 'I cannot tell where you should looke for me.' he wrote...

He glanced up at her and somehow he’d come back to himself, contained all that terrible sorrow and anger and fear, enough to make ten strong men fall down like babes. Maximus held it all inside of him...

Go to bed, you fool, Calcifer said sleepily. You're drunk.Who, me? said Howl. I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober. He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it...

Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.

Chiron, I don't think the attic is the proper place for our new Oracle, do you?No, indeed. Chiron looked a lot better now that Apollo had worked some medical magic on him. Rachel may use a guest room...

But that is what islands are for; they are places where different destinies can meet and intersect in the full isolation of time.

Are we truly obeying the command to love our neighbor as ourselves if we're storing up money for potential future needs when our neighbor is laboring today under actual present needs?