Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything,
Gain ten pounds and they put you in Solitary.
Forgiving men is so much easier than forgiving women.
For present purposes he’s shortened the name. He’s only Snowman. He’s kept the abominable to himself, his own secret hair shirt.
Constance did not have a bun. She didn’t need one. She more or less was a bun: neat and contained, and then so tumultuous when unleashed.
Otherwise, one of you, most likely the man, would go wandering off on a trajectory of his own, taking his addictive body with him and leaving you with bad withdrawal, which you could counteract by exe...
The answers you get from literature depend upon the questions you pose.
Fear has a smell as Love does.
The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them there ought to be as many for love.
A truth should exist,it should not be usedlike this. If I love youis that a fact or a weapon?
[H]aving a money value was no substitute for love.
You'll have to face it, the endings are the same however you slice it. Don't be deluded by any other endings, they're all fake, either deliberately fake, with malicious intent to deceive, or just moti...
You need to give money when someone gives you a knife. So the bad luck won't cut you. I wouldn't like it for you to be cut by the bad luck, Jimmy.
You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.
Why do we want other people to like us, even if we don't really care about them all that much?
Where was the threshold, between the inner world and the outer one? We each move unthinkingly through this gateway every day, we use the passwords of grammar----paying for the privilege of sanity with...
What people want is perfection, said the man. In themselves. But they need the steps to it to be pointed out, said the woman. In a simple order, said the man. With encouragement, said the woman. And a...
What he wants is intimacy, but I can't give him that.
Was every Heathcliff a Linton in disguise?
Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.