[...]Mildred driving a hundred miles an hour across town, he shouting at her and she shouting back and both trying to hear what was said, but hearing only the scream of the car. At least keep it down...
You’ll find out it’s little savors and little things that count more than big ones. A walk on a spring morning is better than an eighty-mile ride in a hopped-up car, you know why? Because it’s full of...
You could see her thoughts swimming around in her eyes, like fish - some bright, some dark, some fast, quick, some slow and easy, and sometimes, like when she looked up where Earth was, being nothing...
Wszyscy muszą być podobni jeden do drugiego. Każdy człowiek wizerunkiem innego człowieka. Wtedy wszyscy są szczęśliwi, bo nie ma gór, by się przed nimi zginać ze strachu i porównywać się z nimi. Książ...
Will power is the answer. Will power. No white bread, no Nestle's Crunch bars... I flinched and felt the last of the bars melting in my pockets.На все вопросы ответ один — сила воли! Исключительно сил...
Why love the boy in a March field with his kite braving the sky? Because our fingers burn with the hot string singeing our hands. Why love some girl viewed from a train bent to a country well? The ton...
Who has more pockets than a magician?A boy.Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians?A boy's.
Where would you like to go, what would you really like to do with your life? See Istanbul, Port Said, Nairobi, Budapest. Write a book. Smoke too many cigarettes. Fall off a cliff but get caught in a t...
When you strip all the clothes away and the doodads, you have two human beings who were either happy or unhappy
What will that mean to each of you? It will mean that those of you who might have lived to be seventy-one must die at seventy. Some of you who might have lived to be eighty-six must cough up your ghos...
What do we want in this country, above all? People want to be happy, isn’t that right? Haven’t you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren’t they? Don’t we keep them moving,...
What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?
We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting on the graves of all the poor ones who died before us...and some day we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest Goddamn steam-sh...
We cannot tell the precise moment when a friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at least one...
We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam.
Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.
Way late at night Will had heard—how often?—train whistles jetting steam along the rim of sleep, forlorn, alone and far, no matter how near they came. Sometimes he woke to find tears on his cheek, ask...
Was she conscious of her talent? Hardly. If asked about her cooking, Grandma would look down at her hands which some glorious instinct sent on journeys to be gloved in flour, or to plumb disencumbered...
Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become self-conscious about.
Time is so strange, and life is twice as strange. The cogs miss, the wheels turn, and lives interlace too early or too late. I lived too long, that much is certain. And you were born either too early...