all his prayers of the past had been simple concrete requests: God, give me a bicycle, a knife with seven blades, a box of oil paints. Only how, how, could you say something so indefinite, so meaningl...
You are a man of extreme passion, a hungry man not quiet sure where his appetite lies, a deeply frustrated man striving to project his individuality against a backdrop of rigid conformity. You exist i...
Yes: but aren't love and marriage notoriously synonymous in the minds of most women? Certainly very few men get the first without promising the second: love, that is--if it's just a matter of spreadin...
Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.
What happens to us on earth is lost in the endless shine of eternity.
Think of nothing things, think of wind.
The walls of the cell fell away, the sky came down, I saw the big yellow bird.
One day she told the class, ‘Nancy Clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that’s one definition of a lady.’
Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.
Never love a wild thing... you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree....
Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.
Let me begin by telling you that I was in love. An ordinary statement, to be sure, but not an ordinary fact, for so few of us learn that love is tenderness, and tenderness is not, as a fair proportian...
Leave it to me: I'm always top banana in the shock department.
It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.
I knew damn well I would never be a movie star. It's too hard; and if you are intelligent, it's too embarrassing. My complexes aren't inferior enough: being a movie star and having a big fat ego are s...
Grady for an instant felt the oddest loss: poor Peter, he knew her even less, she realized, than Apple, and yet, because he was her only friend, she wanted to tell him: not now, sometime. And what wou...
Clyde's mother was an ample, olive-dark woman with the worn and disappointed look of someone who had spent her life doing things for others: occasionally the mulling plaintiveness of her voice suggest...
Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart.
A kind of silence, if I may say, was walking through the house, and, like most silence, it was not silent at all: it rapped on the doors, echoed in the clocks, creaked on the stairs, leaned forward to...
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.