The grief is coming now, she said to herself: He’s beginning to know what suffering is. Perhaps that’s good in a way. Even he. Perhaps that’s good for a man—finally to know what suffering is, to know...
Such was the vainglory of a black boy who may have been alone among his race in bondage to have actually read pages from Sir Walter Scott and who knew the product of nine multiplied by nine, the name...
Perhaps, he thought, if I only think of this second, this moment, the train won't come at all. Think of the water, think of now.
It is evil to keep these people in bondage, yet they cannot be freed. They must be educated! To free these people without education and with the prejudice that presently exists against them would be a...
Is it best to know about a child's death, even one so horrible, or to know that the child lives but that you will never, never see him again?
For without knowing the white man at close hand, without having submitted to his wanton and arrogant kindnesses, without having smelled the smell of his bedsheets and his dirty underdrawers and the in...
At the age of fifty he was beginning to discover, with a sense of panic, that his whole life had been in the nature of a hangover, with faintly unpleasant pleasures being atoned for by the dull unalle...
What this country needs... what this great land of ours needs is something to happen to it. Something ferocious and tragic, like what happened to Jericho or the cities of the plain - something terribl...
Time hangs heavy in the hospital, and the best I can say for Group Therapy is that it was a way to occupy the hours. More
There he must, despite the anguish devouring his brain, present a face approximating the one that is associated with ordinary events and companionship. He must try to utter small talk, and be responsi...
That I chose Independence Day as the moment to strike was of course a piece of deliberate irony.
I have learned to cry again and I think perhaps that means I am a human being again. Perhaps that at least. A piece of human being but yes, a human being.
E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.
The repressiveness of a society in general is directly proportionate to its harsh repression of sexual language. What
The gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. But it is not an immediately identifiable pain, like that of a broken limb. It may be more accurate to say that...
Yet I was appalled. For at the same time, such a violent act, even though well provoked and not entirely unheard of, was rare and shocking enough so as to make it likely that an atmosphere of suspicio...
She had not planned to weep—it was the last thing from her mind, a display of mawkish weakness—but she could not help it.
In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself in a dark wood, For I had lost the right path.
In the middle of the journey of our lifeI found myself in a dark wood,For I had lost the right path.