The only force more ruthless and cynical than the business of big politics is the politics of big business. But
The most precious gift you can bring to your lover is your suffering.
The man grinned back at me with that perfect sincerity we fear and call simple-minded.
The heart doesn’t know how to quit, because it doesn’t know how to lie.
The first rule of black business everywhere is: never let anyone know what you’re thinking. Didier’s corollary to the rule was: always know what the other thinks of you.
Suffering, let me see. I think that suffering is a matter of choice. I think that we do not have to suffer anything in this life, if we are strong enough to deny it. The strong man can master his feel...
Suffering is the truth. Not suffering is the lie. I told you that, once before. That's just the way the world is.
Sooner or later, fate puts us together with all the people, one by one, who show us what we could, and shouldn’t, let ourselves become. Sooner or later we meet the drunkard, the waster, the betrayer,...
Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.’ I
Sometimes the worst thing you can do to a woman is to love her.
Sometimes the river of life takes you to the rocks. The letter,
Sometimes it is necessary to do the wrong things for the right reasons. The important thing is to be sure that our reasons are right and that we admit the wrong, that we do not lie to ourselves and co...
Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them colla...
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 was a woman to admire and to desire, but the message in her eye and her bearing was unmistakable: offend or disesteem her at your peril.
She was a river, not a stone, and every day was another curve in tomorrow’s plain. She was pulled from a family she loved, and that loved her, she thought, until they took the word of a man, a friend...
She said I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.
Riding a motorcycle is velocity as poetry. The fine balance between elegant agility and fatal fall is a kind of truth, and like all truth, it carries a heartbeat with it into the sky. Eternal moments...
Regret is a ghost of love. Regret is a nicer self that we send into the past from time to time, even though we know it’s too late to change what we said, or did. We do it because it’s human: a thing o...