68 quotes found
“The blood is the life!”
“I get the same buzz cleaning up the yard as Leo Tolstoy did from scything hay.”
“See you in another life, brotha.”
“My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great...”
“the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982”
“Oh! that look of love!" continued he, between his teeth, as he bolted himself into his own private room. "And that cursed lie; which showed some terrible shame in the background, to be kept from th...”
“Rationality is the way to lead life. So high time,lets stop feeding our dreams and shake hands with the reality.”
“There's something cool about being a stealth classic.”
“He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in them she had seen grow up around her, how she had contentedly pursued her own lone quite path-for him...”
“How may a mortal, face and defeat the Kraken”
“I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade”
“Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.”
“There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.”
“Dite all’Angelo che veglierà sulla vostra vita, Morrel, di pregare qualche volta per un uomo che, simile a Satana, per un momento si è creduto simile a Dio e ha riconosciuto, con tutta l’umiltà di ...”
“Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.”
“I’m 30, it’s Christmas, and I’m a writer without a job. I sit hereengulfed in a furious fit of frustration. My future unknown. Mynuts so small you could fit them in a gnat’s navel and have roomleft...”
“I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.”
“This compulsion to an activity without respite, without variety, without result was so cruel that one day, noticing a swelling over his stomach, he felt an actual joy in the idea that he had, perha...”
“Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying...”
“…It was embarrassing now to recall with what little regret he had let slip his pleasures and preoccupations, the imminence of loss revealing them for what they were, at best only a solace, at worst...”
