You should listen to these people, Farrokh, his father was telling him. It isn’t necessary for them to be your moral equals in order for you to learn something from them.
You just go up the Hudson, I told him. Sure, man, he said. Up the what?
You have taught yourself to read English, too, Pepe said slowly to the boy; the girl suddenly gave him the shivers, for no known reason. English is just a little different—I can understand it, the boy...
When people die, Vargas - I mean the people you will always remember, the ones who changed your life - they never really go away, Pepe told the young doctor.
When Homer Wells saw the stationmaster’s brain stem exposed, he felt that Dr. Larch was busy enough – with both hands – for it to be safe to say what Homer wanted to say.‘I love you,’ said Homer Wells...
What is this fascination the world has with death?
What a phrase that is: that explains everything! I know better than to think that anything explains everything today.
What a new sense of security Homer had felt in that moment of laughter with friends in the enclosed dark of the moving car, and what a sense of freedom the car itself gave to him—its seemingly effortl...
What Brother Pepe saw in Edward Bonshaw was a man who looked like he belonged—like a man who had never felt at home, but who’d suddenly found his place in the scheme of things.
Three nights at the Hotel zum Storchen --- a decent hotel, Farrokh explained. Your room overlooks the Limmat. You can walk in the old town, or to the lake. Have you ever been in Europe?
There is no Purgatory-that's a catholic invention. There's life on earth, There's heaven-and there's hell
The time to read Madame Bovary is when your romantic hopes and desires have crashed, and you will believe that your future relationships will have disappointing - even devastating - consequences.
The operas I loved were nineteenth-century novels!
THE BRITISH NEVER WATCH BASEBALL!
Small towns may revile you, but they have to keep you-they can't turn you away.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
Ruth thought of a novel as a great, untidy house, a disorderly mansion; her job was to make the place fit to live in, to give it at least the semblance of order. Only when she wrote was she unafraid.
Ruth sabía que era afortunada. Se dijo que su próxima novela debería tratar de la buena suerte, de cómo la buena suerte y el infortunio se distribuyen de una manera desigual, si no al nacer, por lo me...
Rural life in the winter months was rugged: snow-blurred and alcohol-fueled, violent and fast.
Of course, apologies are rarely acceptable to true believers - or to anyone who believes in *pure* good, or in pure evil.