Слушахме, докато той пееше не без ирония за прекрасния град Дъблин, в който цяла зима вали по четирийсет дни в месеца.
Случвало ли ти се е да се събудиш посред нощ и да усетиш отвън, зад прозорците, първия полъх на лятото след мразовитата зима? Будиш ли тогава жена си, за да ѝ изкажеш благодарността си? Не, просто леж...
Редко смотрю телевизионные передачи, и не бываю на автомобильных гонках, и не хожу в парки развлечений. Вот у меня и остаётся время для всяких сумасбродных мыслей.
Предполагам, че намразваш хората, когато те карат да се чувстваш оголен, искам да кажа, като ти изваждат на открито недостатъците.
Винаги съм вярвала, че истинската любов е любов между два ума, макар че тялото понякога отказва да го признае. То живее единствено, за да се храни и да очаква нощта. То е по същността си създадено, за...
¿Se da cuenta ahora porqué los libros son odiados y temidos? Muestran los poros del rostro de la vida
Yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.
We should not judge our books by their covers, and that some books exist between covers that are perfectly people-shaped.)
The wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.
You can’t ever have my books, she said.
You always dread the unfamiliar. Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally ‘bright,’ did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden id...
Write. Don't think. Relax.
Women never wake then, do they? They sleep the sleep of babes and children.
Who has more pockets than a magician?A boy.Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians?A boy's.
Who ever heard of a Martian not invading? Who!
When you’re seventeen you know everything. When you’re twenty-seven if you still know everything you’re still seventeen.
When they reached her house all its lights were blazing. What's going on? Montag had rarely seen that many house lights.Oh, just my mother father and uncle sitting around, talking. It's like being a p...
What more easily explained and natural? With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginat...
What is there about fire that's so lovely? Not matter what age we are, what draws us to it? It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. Or almost perpetual motion. If you let...
What is fire? It’s a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don’t really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. A problem g...