When however small a measure of jealousy is mixed with misunderstanding, there is going to be trouble.
A school-vacation skier is never the equal to a north-country native.
[...]every study of the gods, of everyone's gods, is a revelation of vengeance toward the innocent
You're not like anyone else, Billy - that's what's the matter with you, Donna said.
You can’t protect people, kiddo, Wally said. All you can do is love them.
Well, you finally got me, Helen had whispered to him, tearfully, but Garp had sprawled there, on his back on the wrestling mat, wondering who had gotten whom.
There weren’t so many transvestite prostitutes in Oaxaca in those days; Flor really stood out, and not only because she was tall. She was almost beautiful; what was beautiful about her truly wasn’t af...
There comes a moment in every life when you must let go with your hands—with both hands.
The two old secretaries conversed in the manner of hostile but toothless male dogs.
Sorrow floats.
Small towns may revile you, but they have to keep you-they can't turn you away.
Quando chegou a Portland, já tirara as suas conclusões. Era um obstetra; trazia bebês ao mundo. Os colegas diziam que isso era a obra de Deus. E era um aborteiro; também salvava as mães. Os colegas di...
May God watch over your soul, which no man may abuse.
Love was certainly not safe - not ever.
Life, Garp wrote, is sadly not structured like a good old-fashioned novel. Instead an end occurs when those who are meant to peter out have petered out. All that is left is memory. But even a nihilist...
Lemties neįmanoma įžvelgti, nebent jei sapnuoji ar esi apsvaigęs iš meilės.
Juan Diego lived there, in the past—reliving, in his imagination, the losses that had marked him.
It is exhausting to be seventeen and not know who you are.
It is amazing to me, now, how such wild imaginings and philosophies - inspired by a night charged with frights and calamities - made such perfectly good sense to Owen Meany and me, but good friends ar...
If you're a writer, the problem is that, when you try to call a halt to thinking about your novel-in-progress, your imagination still keeps going; you can't shut it off.