—¡Sé tu propia seguridad y garantía

—¡No se pueden creer las cosas imposibles!—Será porque no lo has intentado—le dijo la Reina—. Cuando yo tenía tu edad, lo intentaba media hora cada día... A la hora del desayuno a veces ya me había cr...

— Озано, вы покорили огромное количество женщин. В чем секрет вашего успеха? — спросила одна из женщин. Все рассмеялись, в том числе и Озано. Этим он еще больше восхитил меня: мужчина, пять раз женивш...

— Вы, женщины, хотите равенства, но даже не понимаете механизма власти. Ваша козырная карта — манда, и вы трясете ею перед вашими оппонентами. Предлагаете ее. Если б не половой орган, вас бы вообще ни...

— Regardez ! J’ai dessiné un cercle ! s’exclama Warhol après avoir joué avec MacDraw.

—you know, get going. Sure.

—the city that had served as the religious, economic, and political capital of the Jewish nation for a thousand years, was, by the time Pompey strode through its gates, recognized less for its beauty...

—so much more opportunity now. Her voice trails off.Hurrah for women's lib, eh?The lib? Impatiently she leans forward and tugs the serape straight. Oh, that's doomed.The apocalyptic word jars my atten...

—retaining the other half for yourself in savings for the future. Thereupon, at Mr. Pemberton’s good report of your labor—and again I have no doubt that this might be anything but exemplary—I shall dr...

—puentes, ríos y bosques; Francia era un paisaje afortunado—

—not to believe, that is, in the story of his own life. Bold move.

—las alianzas mafiosas del poder político y empresarios influyentes para, prostituyendo el mercado, repartirse dádivas, monopolios y prebendas—.

—it reaches out it reaches out it reaches out it reaches out— One hundred and thirteen times a second, nothing answers and it reaches out. It is not conscious, though parts of it are. There are struct...

—in reality it was escape she wanted, escape from her own self—

—his indescribable little air of knowing nothing in the world but love.

—every single decent lead has gone to hell. I feel like I’m rolling a ball of shit up an endless mountain. My dear Vincent, Sisyphus would be proud.

—crowded out most other voices on the subject of whatever new crisis was engulfing the Trump administration. These quotes functioned as something like a stage whisper that Trump could pretend he didn’...

—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?

—and I’ve clearly freaked you out, and I’m totally mortified, and now I’m going to stop talking, she said. And now I’m going to die.

—You’re very poetic.—No, just sad.