His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.

He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.

Phoebus de Chateaupers likewise came to a 'tragic end': he married.

So you're giving up? That's it? Okay, okay. We'll leave you alone, Quasimodo. We just thought, maybe you're made up of something much stronger.

a mother who loses her child can no longer believe in God

Many people in Paris are quite content to look on at others, and there are plenty who regard a wall behind which something is happening as a very curious thing.

This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?

She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.

A good word costs as little as a bad one, and is worth more.

Comfort is the enemy of achievement.

Think about all the selfish non-smokers out there, driving around on asphalt, drinking water out of the tap, not even thinking about how smokers' taxes help pay for it all.

Many children are taught to believe in God. I came to believe in the power of systems analysis.

Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.

Death's a path we're all on, son

I can’t on my own change the regime in South Africa or teach the Palestinians to learn to live with the Israelies, but I can start with me.

Europe clearly is the only place where people can speak up critically, and this is a unique cultural value.