I must give up seeing people, I told myself.
Evet evet evet, işte buydu. Gençlik bitmeliydi, ah evet. Ama gençlik, hayvanmış gibi olmaktır zaten sadece. Hayır, sadece hayvanmış gibi olmak değil de hani şu sokaklarda satıldığını dikizlediğimiz mi...
You're a romantic, said Crabbe. You expect too much. Reality's always dull, you know, but when we see that it's all there is, well-it miraculously ceases to be dull.
What’s on them, I wonder. What would be up there on things like that?’ I nudged him hard, saying: ‘Come, gloopy bastard as thou art. Think thou not on them. There’ll be life like down here most likely...
What's all this about sin, eh?''That,' I said, very sick. 'Using Ludwig van like that. He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music.' And then I was really sick and they had to bring a bowl th...
Then I noticed, in all my pain and sickness,what music it was that like crackled and boomed on thesound-track, and it was Ludwig van, the last movement of theFifth Symphony, and I creeched like bezoom...
The modern State, whether in a totalitarian or a democratic country, has far too much power, and we are probably right to fear it.
The essential intention is the real sin. A man who cannot choose ceases to be a man.
That's the law, son. But you were never much of a one for following the law.
Power, power, everybody like wants power
It's funny how the colours of the like real world only seem real real when you viddy them on a screen
If Shakespeare required a word and had not met it in civilised discourse, he unhesitatingly made it up.
Goodness is something chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man.
English is a curiously expressive language. Womb, room, tomb. It sums up living in three words.
Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.
Birisi sana vurursa, sen de ona vurursun, değil mi? Siz gaddar serseriler de devlete çok sert vuruyorsunuz, öyleyse devlet niye aynı şekilde karşılık vermesin. Ama yeni bakış açısı buna hayır diyor. Y...
And I thought to myself, Hell and blast you all, if all you bastards are on the side of Good then I'm glad I belong to the other shop.
The old days are dead and gone days. For what I did in the past I have been punished. I have been cured.
Mas eu não conseguia deixar de me sentir um pouquinho decepcionado com as coisas do jeito que eram naquela época. Nada contra o que lutar de verdade. Tudo era fácil como tirar doce de criança. Mas a n...
Life's only choosing when to die. Life's a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It's a tremendous relief not to have to choose.