This emotion I'm feeling now, this is love, right?I don't know. Is it a longing? Is it a giddy stupid happiness just because you're with me?Yes, she said.That's influenza, said Miro. Watch for nausea...
being articulate is not a facility of language but a fidelity to vision. And so we are all articulate when finding the courage to say what we see.
The world was not how you wanted it to be. The world was how it was.
He was not accustomed to busying himself with introspection or self-analysis. In this way he was like most people who are rarely alone. His mind did not swing into action until some external force...
Dogs are very comforting when your world has exploded.
I taught you everything you know. But I didn't teach you everything I know.
She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels...
Nevertheless the sun hides not Virginia's Dismal Swamp, nor Rome's accursed Campagna, nor wide Sahara, nor all the million miles of deserts and of griefs beneath the moon. The sun hides not the ocean,...
This wavering paradox is a pillar of the outlaw stance. A man who has blown all his options can't afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can't...
Nobody smart knows what they want to do until they get into their twenties or thirties.
All afternoon in the deck chair, I try to describe to my notebook the colors of the water and sky. How to translate sunlight into words?
She was ashamed. She would not--she would not--be frightened of him: he was what he was, and he had made a promise he would keep.
HIs riders knew most of this, even if they did not see it with the dire clarity Corlath was forced to....
I loved every one of these people. And I couldn't take another minute of their company.
No wonder he'd never really finished becoming one of us. We just thought it was because he was half Japanese, and lived in a huge house on the other side of town with a dad who was never home and who...
At first Lissar merely ran away; away from the yellow city, away from the prince whom she loved with both halves of her broken heart.
But it is not, as we say when we are being diplomatic, a fruitful source of inquiry.
I feel like a potato that's recently been mashed,"she said."
Despair was a private weakness she could not afford to indulge.
Ethan Wyeth: I hope you're thirsty.
What he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him.
Human beings are so destructive. I sometimes think we're a kind of plague, that will scrub the earth clean. We destroy things so well that I sometimes think, maybe that's our function. Maybe every few...
The shaykh interrupted him, saying, Not so fast. I'm the sort of person who praises only to clear the way to speak the truth, for the sake of encouragement, son of Abd al-Jawad
The Angels don't like to be called losers, but they have learned to live with it. Yeah, I guess I am, said one. But you're looking at one loser who's going to make a hell of a scene on the way out.
Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.
They resisted that essential inductive leap from the immediate reform to the social ideal, and, just as disappointingly, they failed to perceive their common cause with other minorities, continued to...
The partition between love and anger is thin. I suppose it's a need to protect the self from further wounding that makes people scream at the one they love.
What does it matter, she thought, if businesses are left unattended, if people are not always as we want them to be; we need the time just to be human, to enjoy something like this: a boy chasing...
We're like the couple on the sitcom that has good sparks but never get together for the sake of ratings.
There is mystery in everything," Herman whispered, almost to himself. "And so there is poetry in everything. Even something as monstrous as a whale. But how to unlock its poetry.
Sometimes idiots can accomplish wonderful things.
{The fancy that extraterrestrial life is by definition of a higher order than our own is one that soothes all children, and many writers.}
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers,...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....