He opened the book at random, or so he believed, but a book is like a sandy path which keeps the indent of footsteps.
But I'm a bad priest, you see. I know--from experience--how much beauty Satan carried down with him when he fell. Nobody ever said the fallen angels were the ugly ones. Oh, no, they were just as quick...
The truth, he thought, has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand tru...
There was a tacit understanding between them that 'liquor helped'; growing more miserable with every glass one hoped for the moment of relief.
Rocinante was of more value for a true traveller than a jet plane. Jet planes were for business men.
I said what do you mean by his country? A flag someone invented two hundred years ago? The Bench of Bishops arguing about divorce and the House of Commons shouting Ya at each other across the floor? O...
As one grows old I think one becomes more attached to family things- to houses and graves.
As they pedalled us down the long suburban road to the Chinese town a line of French armoured cars went by, each with its jutting gun and silent officer motionless like a figurehead under the stars an...
Why do we have this desire to tease the innocent? Is it envy?
I doubt if ever one ceases to love, but one can cease to be in love as easily as one can outgrow an author one admired as a boy.
Cuando somos jóvenes somos una jungla de complicaciones. Nos simplificamos a medida que envejecemos.
A major character has to come somehow out of the unconscious.
It was not merely that his brother was dead. His brain, too young to realize the full paradox, wondered with an obscure self- pity why it was that the pulse of his brother's fear went on and on, when...
Hate is a lack of imagination.
... and for the first time he realized the pain inevitable in any human relationship - pain suffered and pain inflicted. How foolish we were to be afraid of loneliness.
He's satisfied with himself. If you have a soul you can't be satisfied.
He had thought that home was something one possessed, but the things one had possessed were cursed with change; it was what one didn't possess that remained the same and welcomed him.
The more bare a life is, the more we fear change.
There were occasions when Shakespeare was a very bad writer indeed. You can see how often in books of quotations. People who like quotations love meaningless generalizations.
He had received already a larger dose of life than he had bargained for, and he was scared.