He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope....
Girls possess sexual tact in inverse proportion to their standard of education.
Come clean Charles, come clean
Cel care creează nu-l poate iubi pe cel care critică. Există o diferență prea mare între cele două activități. Una este naștere, cealaltă chirurgie.
But everything beyond what he pays for and sees himself get is suspicious to him. He doesn't believe in any other world but the one he lives in and sees. He's the one in prison; in his own hateful nar...
Ask me to marry you.Will you marry me?No.
Each death laid a dreadful charge of complicity on the living; each death was incongenerous, its guilt irreducible, its sadness immortal; a bracelet of bright hair about the bone.
… if you knew the mess my life was in … the waste of it … the uselessness of it. I have no moral purpose, no real sense of duty to anything. It seems only a few months ago that I was twenty-one – full...
Ненавистная тирания слабых [...].Ординарность – бич цивилизации.Но он настолько ординарен, что это делает его неординарным.
You may think novelists always have fixed plans to which they work, so that the future predicted by Chapter One is always inexorably the actuality of Chapter Thirteen. But novelists write for countles...
Yet this distance, all those abysses unbridged and then unbridgeable by radio, television, cheap travel and the rest, was not wholly bad. People knew less of each other, perhaps, but they felt more fr...
They’re teaching you to express personality at the Slade – personality in general. But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it’s no go if your personality isn’t worth tra...
There were minutes of silence then and in them I thought about the only truth that mattered, the only morality that mattered, the only sin, the only crime. When Lily de Seitas had told me her version...
There were even times I thought I would forget her. But forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.
There is only one good definition of God: the freedom that allows other freedoms to exist.
Piers is always going on about how he hated Stowe. As if that solves everything, as if to hate something means it can't have affected you.
Pero ya entonces me parecía muy lejana, aunque no en la distancia ni en el tiempo, sino en alguna dimensión para la que no tenemos nombre. En la realidad, quizás.
Lizards flashed up the pine-trunks like living emerald necklaces.
I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.
I know I can't do things like love by halves, I know I have love pent up in me, I shall throw myself away, lose my heart and my body and my mind and soul to some cad like G.P. Who'll betray me. I feel...