Good. I go. And if thou dost not love me, I love thee enough for both.
But did thee feel the earth move?
Besides, I'm not jealous. I'm just so in love with you that there isn't anything else.
Religion is the opium of the poor
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader
The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.
Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
All good books have one thing in common - they are truer than if they had really happened.
I don't like to write like God. It is only because you never do it, though, that the critics think you can't do it.
My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.
Каждый год в тебе что-то умирает, когда с деревьев опадают листья, а голые ветки беззащитно качаются на ветру в холодном зимнем свете. Но ты знаешь, что весна обязательно придет, так же как ты уверен,...
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
You roll back to me.
You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking cha...
You only heard the statement of the loss. You did not see the father fall as Pilar made him see the fascists die in that story she had told by the stream. You knew the father died in some courtyard, o...
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would a...
You don’t have to destroy me. Do you? I’m only a middle-aged woman who loves you and wants to do what you want to do. I’ve been destroyed two or three times already. You wouldn’t want to destroy me ag...
You did not have to like it because you understood it.
You could not go back. If you did not go forward what happened?