Félix J. Palma Quotes

If Wells recognized any merit in [Henry] James, it was his undeniable talent for using very long sentences in order to say nothing at all. p. 516

...there are so many books left to read. For that reason alone it is worth going on living. Books make me happy, the help me escape from reality.

The most terrifying thing is sometimes not what we see, but rather what we are forced to imagine.

Why had his mother gone to the trouble of bringing him into the world if the most exciting moment in his life was having been made lame by a bayonet?

...the wrath of God pales beside that of man.

Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.

The paths that we choose don't always take us where we want to go. Sometimes they take us where we need to go.

I don't think traveling back in time on an empty stomach is a good idea.

We are the authors of our own fate-we write it each day with every one of our actions.

Striving to achieve a dream is never a waste of time.

True literature should rouse the reader, unsettle him, change his view of the world, give him a resolute push over the cliff of self-knowledge

But first you have to fight, to try other ways. If your life displeases you, my lad, try to change it. Don't give in to defeat so easily. Death is the only sure defeat. It is the end of everything.

Books make me happy, the help me escape from reality.

For if you succeed in making this girl laugh, if you make her laughter ring in the air like a fountain of silver coins cascading to the floor, you will win her heart forever.

Please write an ending where the Martians are defeated. Don't take away your readers' hope.

...but there are stories that cannot begin at their beginning, and perhaps this is one of them.

And so everything depends on you, Bertie. Bishop or rook. Your life or mine. Do what you believe you have to do.

Because between doing something and doing nothing, this is all I can do.

Merrick belonged to that class of reader who was able to forget with amazing ease the hand moving the characters behind the scenes of the novel.

Man needed to dream. Yes, he needed to believe in illusions, to aspire to something more than the miserable, hostile life that suffocated him.

It might even teach Murray that while finding true love was one of the most wonderful things that could happen to you in life, finding a friend was equally splendid.

The whole world was no more than the precise length of each moment that separated them.

There is little more I can add short of dissecting the man, or going into intimate details such as the modest proportions and slight southeasterly curvature of his manhood.