And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right.
All he really knew was that if he stayed here he would soon be the property of things that buzzed and snorted and hissed, that gave off fumes or stenches. In six months, he would be the owner of a lar...
When Douglas walked, his mind ran, when he ran, his mind walked.
It's important to read a book, but also to hold the book, to smell the book... it's perfume, it's incense, it's the dust of Egypt...
The best scientist is open to experience and begins with romance - the idea that anything is possible.
You want to cry some more, go on ahead. I did the same last night. You, sir? God’s truth. Thinking of everything ahead. Both sides figuring the other side will just give up, and soon, and the war done...
Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.
Tiene que haber algo en los libros cosas que no podemos imaginar para hacer que una mujer permanezca en una casa que arde. Ahí tiene que haber algo. Uno no se sacrifica por nada.
I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.
I don't believe in being serious about anything. I think life is too serious to be taken seriously.[
He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.
Good to evil seems evil
Colored people don't like
But Clarisse’s favorite subject wasn’t herself. It was everyone else, and me. She was the first person in a good many years I’ve really liked. She was the first person I can remember who looked straig...
Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain.
And they left the mellow light of the dandelion wine and went upstairs to carry out the last few rituals of summer, for they felt that now the final day, the final night had come. As the day grew late...
Without the library, you have no civilization.
From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life s...
Who are your friends? Do they believe in you? Or do they stunt your growth with ridicule and disbelief? If the latter, you haven't friends. Go find some.
We need to make progress. Otherwise we're waiting for news in a world where there is no longer any news.