‎When she looked up at him, it was suddenly easy for her to imagine that her fears were pointless. That he would love her no matter what she told him, and that he was the kind of man who loved her alr...

‎We all share the same origin, our mothers; all of us come in at the same door. - from the preface to 'Demian

‎Thee'th not to be touched, the goat screamed, spraying spittle all over Zollo. Thee hath to be a maid, you foolth! Thee'th worth a bag of thapphireth!

‎The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. The most you can do is live inside that hope, running down its hallways, touching the walls on both sides.

‎The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundereds of times when I dont realize it. You really are a part of me.

‎The game had started. Everybody was assuring everybody else how reliable they were. In fact, nobody trusted anybody but themselves

‎Should we do this now?

‎People who talk less frequently notice more.

‎Now the deer moved through snow, snow that blew sideways, frosting the perfectly upright walls of Detroit's dead and monumental heart, vast black tines of brick reaching up to vanish in the white sky...

‎Not having time for a person, not being able to sit in silence together with somebody, that's the same as rejecting them, as being scornful about them.

‎No people whose word for 'yesterday' is the same as their word for 'tomorrow' can be said to have a firm grip on the time.

‎No one remembers the singer. The song remains.

‎Just because you're funny doesn't mean you get to be cruel.

‎If I stay another day, I'll be here for another year. And if I stayed another year, I'll never leave.

‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.

‎I have panicked unnecessarily in all four corners of the globe.

‎I did not understand how quickly one could fall in love, and I regarded almost as an affliction that one would eventually recover from. However, I now recognize that it is a force that reaches into e...

‎His lips felt dry with a literal thirst for righteousness, which was like a glass of ice-cold water on a table in another man's room.

‎Entre las historias de dolor y de ruina que nos llegaron de la oscuridad de aquel entonces, hay sin embargo algunas en las que en medio del llanto resplandece la alegría, y a la sombra de la muerte h...

‎Chove. Que fiz eu da vida?Fiz o que ela fez de mim...