I'm sorry to say that far worse things have happened and the literature of the Holocaust is a witness to the capacity of the novel as a form.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

come back, come back to me

Imagining what it is like to be someone other than yourself is at the core of our humanity. It is the essence of compassion, and it is the beginning of morality.

I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

True intelligence requires fabulous imagination.

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who's a genius on his best days).

I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.

Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.

I came I saw I conquered.

No matter how horrid a person may appear on the surface, if you dig deeper, you will find some nice, unexpected little quality.

Come on, somebody be brave.

We are torn between the craving to know and the despair of having known.

What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.

When in doubt, parenthesize. At the very least it will let some poor schmuck bounce on the % key in vi.

Is television literally functioning as our conscience, tempting us and rewarding us at the same time?

Foreigners are sending messages to the planets. We are sending rice and cereals to our dead fore-father through the Brahmins. It is a wise deed?

I am putting pressure on myself to do my best and perform to my potential.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.