It must have been then that I began to lose faith in reasonable argument as the sole measure of truth.
It made him feel invisible—not that he wanted to feel anything else.
It is remarkable, I have since thought, how once a man has a few coins, no matter how he came by them, he thinks right away that he is entitled to them, and to whatever they can buy, and fancies himse...
Is this purgatory, and if it is, why is it so much like the first grade?
In this country you can say what you likebecause no one will listen to you anyway
If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.
If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?
If I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go; but it’s not easy being quiet and good, it’s like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when you’ve already fallen over; you d...
I would like to say my hair turned whiteovernight, but it didn’t.Instead it was my heart:bleached out like meat in water
I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if not happier, then at least more active, less hesitant, less distracted by trivia. I wish it h...
I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if not happier, than at least more active, less hesitant, less distracted by trivia. I wish it h...
I wish I knew what You were up to. But whatever it is, help me to get through it, please. Though maybe it's not Your doing; I don't believe for an instant that what's going on out there is what You me...
I wait. I compose myself. My self is a thing I must now compose, as one composes a speech. What I must present is a made thing, not something born.
I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.
I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will. I could make it run, push buttons, of one sort or another, ma...
I tell, therefore you are.
I suppose it's everyone's fate to be reduced to quaintness by those younger than themselves.
I remember a television program I once saw; a rerun, made years before. I must have been seven or eight, too young to understand it. It was the sort of thing my mother liked to watch: historical, educ...
I read about that in introduction to Psychology; that, and the chapter on caged rats who'd give themselves electric shocks for something to do And the one on the pigeons, trained to peck a button that...