It was Brian's blood, and for some reason I knew it was pure. No other man I'd held in my arms - and now, not even I - had blood this pure.

... I love Shakespeare, but sometimes... his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head...

"I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't change the past.' 'Can't change the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!"

At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction - it fascinated rather than repelled.

The clanging of the cart recedes. Marie - Laure

It's like zen. Only not as subtle.

"You know women," confided the fruitseller, "they love little cats... they always love the helpless things. But when it comes to men, you know, they'll want them cruel." The youth stranger smiled...

However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often,...

I wished to pour out all these thoughts to someone, but how to express that silence which is impossible to articulate, that which changes its images like clouds and rages within itself like the wind!

"When she was taken too bad she went off quite alone to the sea-shore, so that the customs officer, going his rounds, often found her lying flat on her face, crying on the shingle. Then, after her...

Adrian Leverkühn would be an ideal figure, a "hero of our time," a man who bears the suffering of his era. Nevertheless, I continued speaking and admitted to Leonhard Frank that I had never felt as...

"To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says, 'Why was I not made of stone like thee?'"

I suggested, further, that the following might be sculpted: a large box filled with sixty moonshine jugs - - piled high, toppling over, corks popping, liquor flowing. Disorder to match the clutter and...

We all had parts to play, we all had costumes to wear, we all had to be as merry as we could be, for the King was always laughing this winter and the Queen never stopped smiling.

How shallow the words are, really -. One might as well say, , thinks Iris; that about covers the same terrain, doesn't it?

But if you are going to take up a profession – and I cannot see why you should want one at all, now that you have come into your property – surely you can choose something better than magic! It...

No clowns were funny. That was the whole purpose of a clown. People laughed at clowns, but only out of nervousness. The point of clowns was that, after watching them, anything else that happened...

She was so elaborately and ostentatiously a female body that she seemed scarcely to be a human being.