This book is fiction, but there is always a chance that such a work of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.
They all wanted something that i did not want and i would get it without wanting it, if it worked.
There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.
There was so much to write. He had seen the world change; not just the events; although he had seen many of them and had watched the people, but he had seen the subtler change and he could remember ho...
There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.
There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two day...
There is milk? What luxury!
Then nothing worries you? Only being sent away from you. You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.
Then as I was getting up to the Closerie des Lilas with the light on my old friend, the statue of Marshal Ney with his sword out and the shadows of the trees on the bronze, and he alone there and nobo...
The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places.
The whole thing seemed to run better while I was away.
The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.
The road to hell is paved with unbought stuffed animals
The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one'.... (The man who first said that) was probably a coward.... He knew a great deal about cowards but nothing about the brave. The brave dies perhaps...
The cat is the best anarchist.
Thank you very much, the girl said. You know that another woman, or a woman in memory, is a terrible thing for a young girl to deal with when she is still without experience.
THE GAMBLER,THE NUN & THE RADIOI never carry a gun. With my luck, if i carried a gun I would be hanged ten times a year.
Should I pity so and so? I asked. I gave his name but he delights so in giving it himself that I feel there is no need to give it for him. No. He's vicious. He's a corrupter and he's truly vicious. Bu...
Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for.