The Gypsy girl carved love letters into trees, filling the forest with notes for him.
The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jews have four hundred for schmuck.
That’s the difference between heaven and hell! In hell we starve! In heaven we feed each other!
She was also the most lonely and sad. She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness coul...
She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall c...
She repeats things until they are true, or until she can't tell whether they are true or not. She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should be with what could be.
She is deranged, I said, but so so playful.
She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.
She always felt that she knew everything about him that could be known - not that he was simple, but that he was knowable, like a list of errands, like an encyclopedia. He had a birthmark on the third...
SADNESSES OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you m...
Quizá no exista la carne. En su lugar, existe este animal, criado en esta granja, sacrificado en esta planta, vendido de este modo y consumido por esta persona.
Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.
Of course, consumers might notice that their chickens don’t taste quite right — how good could a drug-stuffed, disease-ridden, shit-contaminated animal possibly taste? — but the birds will be injected...
Nuestro tabú contra comer perros dice algo de ellos y mucho de nosotros.Los franceses, que adoran a sus perros, aveces se comen a sus caballos.Los españoles, que adoran a sus caballos, aveces se comen...
Nobody likes war not even those who survive it, not even the winners.
No baby knows when the nipple is pulled from his mouth for the last time. No child knows when he last calls his mother Mama. No small boy knows when the book has closed on the last bedtime story that...
My insides don't match up with my outsides. -Do anyone's inside and outsides match up? -I don't know. I'm only me. -Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and t...
My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
My friends are appeased to stay in Odessa for their entire lives. They are appeased to age like their parents, and become parents like their parents. They do not desire anything more than everything t...
Mr. Black started singing a song in some weird language, which I guess was Philippinish.