The trouble with history, it seems to me, is that there are too many people involved.
Several months later, and I have finally read one of the three {books}, even though I wanted to read all three of them immediately. What happened in between? Other books, is what happened. Other...
No time spent with a book is ever entirely wasted, even if the experience is not a happy one: there's always something to be learned. It's just that, every now and again, you hit a patch of reading...
I don't have the heart to tell my sons that the older one gets, the less funny literature becomes-and they would refuse to believe me if I tried to explain that some people don't think jokes even...
Influential books are often a disappointment, if they're properly influential, because influence cannot guarantee the quality of the imitators, and your appetite for the original has been partially...
Surely we all occasionally buy books because of a daydream we're having--a little fantasy about the people we might turn into one day, when our lives are different, quieter, more introspective, and...
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....