Soon the Laughing Man has amassed the largest personal fortune in the world. Most of it he contributed anonymously to the monks of a local monastery- humble ascetics who had dedicated their lives to r...
Surely, he was all real things to us: our blue-striped unicorn, our double-lensed burning glass, our consultant genius, our portable conscience, our supercargo and our one full poet.
That cat was a spy. You to take a pot shot at it. It was a very clever German midget dressed up in a cheap fur coat.
The swimming stinks here because there are no waves even little waves. What good is it without any ways and you never get scared or turned all over
The worst that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.
Then all of a sudden, this tear plopped down on the checkerboard. On one of the red squares – boy, I can still see it. She just rubbed it into the board with her finger. I don't know why, but it bothe...
There isn't anyone anywhere who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady. Don't you know that? Don't you know that goddam secret yet? And don't you know — listen to me, now — don't you know who that Fat Lady really i...
There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady ... don't you know who that Fat Lady really is? ... Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.
There were half circles under her eyes and other, subtler signs that mark an acutely troubled young girl, but nonetheless no one could have missed seeing that she was first-class beauty.
They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.
This is nobody’s fault, swiftly be assured; being human beings with personal opinions and brains, we are respondent to any shreds of beauty we can get; I myself am hopelessly respondent to it!
What happened was, I got the idea in my head-and I could not get it out ㅡ that college was just one more dopey, inane place in the world dedicated to piling up treasure on earth and everything. I mea...
What was left of his fortune, the Laughing Man converted into diamonds, which he lowered casually, in emerald vaults, into the Black Sea. His personal wants were few. He subsisted exclusively on rice...
When I really worry about something, I don't fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying...
Written in ink, in German, in a small, hopelessly sincere handwriting, were the words Dear God, life is hell. Nothing led up to or away from it. Alone on the page, and in the sickly stillness of the r...
You beautiful little moron.
You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at gol...
Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.
This sentence I'm reading is terrific i can be quite sarcastic when I'm in the mood. He didn't get it, though. He started walking around the room again, picking up all my personal stuff, and Stradlate...
استرادلیتر همیشه از آدم تقاضای لطف بزرگی داشت. آدمهای خوشگل یا آدمهایی که خیال میکنند خیلی زرنگند همیشه از آدم تقاضای لطف بزرگی دارند. انها چون برای خودشان میمیرند خیال میکنند دیگران هم برایشان میمیر...
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