Very early you come to the realization that nothing will ever take you away from yourself.
don't see what this has to do with us." I say back, "Does everything have to be about you? Can you not project yourself outside yourself? Can you not take on another's life for your own benefit?
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying as a present to myself but haven't made much progress there-though I need to.
Love, Henry remembered thinking then, was a lengthy series of insignificant questions whose answers you couldn't live without.
No one's permitted in except contractors, owners, and local officialdom {plus President Obama and our big candied yam of a governor}.
"You see, according to my experience, it is when you feel like you don't progress the most. »»
...to encounter me now at age sixty-six is to be unable to imagine me at fifteen...
We do not, after all, deal in truths, only potentialities. Too much truth can be worse than death, and last longer.
I do not hold to the old belief that professors like writers because they can see us fail in a grander and sillier and therefore more unequivocal way than they have. On the contrary, they like to see...
This is the only badge of true friendship I'm sure of: not to be curious.
Because there is no adequate way of planning life or living it: only a lot of inappropriate ways. ""
then nothing was ever again as it had been. You don't think things like that can happen. Then you find out they both can and will. So
Men are a strange breed.
It's shocking to note how close we play to unwelcome realizations, and yet how our ongoing ignorance makes so much of life possible.
when you're young your opponent is the future; but when you're not young, your opponent's the past and everything you've done in it and the problem of getting away from it.
sharing the future with someone would certainly mean that repetitions had to be managed more skillfully.
I lie back on the bed and listen to the sounds of Easter-the optimist's holiday, the holiday with the suburbs in mind, the day for all those with sunny dispositions and a staunch belief in the middle...
She understood perfectly that when the object of anticipation becomes paramount, trouble begins to lurk like a panther.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
the full fury of his storming countenance with its rugged overhang of gullied forehead and huge crag...
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...