I was exiled from my family, homeland, and culture. I thought that was the whole of it. Years into the banishment, I realised that I was exiled to something, as well. What I escaped to was the lonely,...
I think wisdom is over-rated. Wisdom is just cleverness, with all the guts kicked out of it. I'd rather be clever than wise, any day. Most of the wise people I know give me a headache, but I never met...
I take everything personally—that’s what being a person is all about.
I never told her that--what her affectionate and unconditional acceptance meant to me. So much, too much, of the good that I felt in those years of exile was locked in the prison cell of my heart: tho...
I love you, Karla, I said when we were alone again. I loved you the first second I saw you. I think I’ve loved you for as long as there’s been love in the world. I love your voice. I love your face. I...
I looked in the mirror once more. The new clothes felt like salt on the raw wounds, but they covered the worst of it, and I looked less alarming, less confronting, less hideous. I smiled at the mirror...
I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again. And unvoiced, unmoving, unlived in the things we declare form heart to heart, tho...
I don’t know what frightens me more,the power that crushes usor our endless ability to endure it.
I didn't know then, as I do now, that love's a one-way street. Love, like respect, isn't something you get; it's something you give.
I did know from experience that despair and humiliation haunt the poor.
I detest bullies for their cowardice, and despise them for their cruelty. I never knew a tough man who preyed on the weak. Tough men hate bullies almost as much as bullies hate tough men.
I couldn't tell him that I felt too weak and beat up to climb a mountain: sometimes, all the guts you have is the guts you pretend, because you love someone too much to lose their respect.
I also agree with Winston Churchill, who once defined a fanatic as someone who won’t change his mind and can’t change the subject.
How can you sit next to this filthy gay?' he asked me.'It's called gravity,' I said. 'Look it up, when you have an afternoon to spare.
Happiness is a myth,’ Karla snapped back angrily. ‘It was invented to make us buy things.
Happiness is a myth, It was invented to make us buy things
Gli atti più perfidi dei nostri simili colpiscono sempre la parte di noi che desidera amare il mondo. E quando subiamo una violazione, una piccola parte della vergogna che proviamo è quella di apparte...
Fear and guilt haunt the rich. Despair and humiliation haunt the poor.
Fate needs accomplices, and the stones in destiny’s walls are mortared with small and heedless complicities such as those.
Fate always gives you two choices: the one you should take, and the one you do.