sharing the future with someone would certainly mean that repetitions had to be managed more skillfully.
Someone ... tell us what's important, because we no longer know.
Meeting a girl, falling in love, marrying her, moving to Connecticut, buying a fucking house, starting a life with her and thinking you really knew anything about her--the last part was a complete...
Love, Henry remembered thinking then, was a lengthy series of insignificant questions whose answers you couldn't live without.
My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.
Unlimited power in the hands of limited people always leads to cruelty.
Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.
We are only what we know, and I wished to be so much more than I was, sorely.
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....