It's similar to the way you feel cuddling an infant or a kitten, when you want to squeeze it so hard you'd kill it...
It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it's not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you...
He really would have done all that for her, you see, and done it believing he'd burn in hell forever for doing it. He hadn't done it, and wouldn't had made her his anyway, but you see why he'd have...
When two people love each other as we do, no one can come between them, no one, I said, amazed at the words I was uttering without preparation. Lovers like us, because they know that nothing can...
I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
I would like to hear your life as you heard it, coming at you, instead of hearing it as I do, a sober sound of expectations reduced, desires blunted, hopes deferred or abandoned, chances lost, defeats...
She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong.
My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn't all about me?
Searching for a lost city is a particularly European obsession.
By trying to export myself into a place that didn't fully exist I asked works of art to bear my expectation that they could be better than life, that they could redeem life. In fact, I believe they...
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...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...