Sometimes the river of life takes you to the rocks. The letter,
Some people always manage to make us feel sorry for them, no matter how stupid and angry we feel about it after.
Slowly, desolately, the fist of what we'd done unclenched the clawed palm of what we'd become.
She said I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.
Poverty and pride are devoted blood brothers until one, always and inevitably, kills the other.
No-one, and nothing, could make me very happy. I was tough, which is probably the saddest thing you can say about a man.
No matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love.
Lies we tell ourselves are the ghosts that haunt the empty house of midnight.
Każde uderzenie ludzkiego serca jest kosmosem możliwości
It was the kind of laugh that hunted down funny things, and killed them stone dead.
It was the desolate terror of a man who knows that fate has abandoned him, and death’s already inside, stretching and swelling and filling up the life-space that used to be his. It
Il passato si riflette perennemente in due specchi: quello luminoso delle parole pronunciate e delle azioni compiute e quello scuro, colmo di tutte le cose che non abbiamo detto o fatto.
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I went to war. .... I survived, while other men around me died. ... men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else's hate, or love, or indifference.
I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again.
Hell, no. I can’t stand politicians. A politician is someone who promises you a bridge, even when there’s no river.
He was the little mouse that I'd trained and fed with crumbs in my prison cell; the mouse that was crucified.
Good is only half the truth, and truth is only half the story.
God help us. God forgive us. We live on.