All of which does not alter the fact that Pnin was on the wrong train.

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.

- A sentyment staje się uciążliwy. W końcu jest coś nazbyt fizycznego w próbie zachowania cząstki dzieciństwa na swoim mostku. - Nie pan pierwszy sprowadza wiarę do zmysłu dotyku.

His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got themselves lost as soon as they entered the sphere of his existence.

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.

True authors don't write for fame or to make a name or money, they write to make impact

Standing over her, I took the time to admire my handy work until I realized that I had just killed a potential meal. “Damn it Bobbi, ” I snarled as I kicked her corpse. “Look what you made me do.

So many complaints boil down to the belly ache of the fragile, mortal, ignored ego in a vast and indifferent universe.

The only way you can sustain a permanent change is to create a new way of thinking, acting, and being.

With all the opportunities I had, I could have done more. And if I'd done more, I could have been quite remarkable.

My mum used to say to me, 'Spit on yer 'ands and take a fresh 'old.' Keep going even if you have setbacks.

If we can reform the man and make him a better man and a God-fearing man, then we have a chance, we believe, to build a better world.

I'm sympathetic to the decent and hapless footsoldier into whose lap falls the unenviable duty of carrying out fubar policies.

I always try to make the soundtrack a good CD on its own.