The artist in me cries out for design.

Business is never so healthy as when, like a chicken, it must do a certain amount of scratching around for what it gets.

I do the very best I know how - the very best I can and I mean to keep on doing so until the end.

You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with.

…The Emersons who were at Florence, do you mean? No, I don’t suppose it will prove to be them. It is probably a long cry from them to friends of Mr. Vyse’s. Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch, the oddest people! Th...

Soy una especie en vías de extinción, no tengo futuro, ni siquiera tengo presente.

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning 'til dee sun come up.

When we shrink from the sight of something, when we shroud it in euphemism, that is usually a sign of inner conflict, of unsettled hearts, a sign that something has gone wrong in our moral reasoning.

When it was her own doing, she was always tempted to skip a day, or just glance down, then get back to the ground. Kel had to force herself to keep her vow.

We’re not naked, we’re skyclad!

Wait for you? Not likely! I've always had to run ahead of you and show you the way.

To light a candle is to cast a shadow . . .

To be together is for us to be at once free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidenc...

They say that Caliph Omar, when consulted about what had to be done with the library of Alexandria, answered as follows: 'If the books of this library contain matters opposed to the Koran, they are ba...

They murdered him.

There were three of them in the room now, where only two had first come in. Death was in the room with the two of them.

There is more in the world than is dreamt of in your philosophy, Doctor - or in the Merck Manual.

Then Frodo came forward and took the crown from Faramir and bore it to Gandalf; and Aragorn knelt, and Gandalf set the White Crown upon his head and said:Now come the days of the King, and may they be...

So, are we still on tonight? For our dinner? I asked.Hell, yes. We’re on for tonight. We’re on for tomorrow. We’re on for the foreseeable future..

She turned the next several pages and found a black-ink drawing on a slip of typing paper, a nude woman holding a round fruit to her mouth. Jess plucked it out and read the collector's tiny caption: D...