Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities.

We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.

When I wrote The Virgin Suicides, I gave myself very strict rules about the narrative voice: the boys would only be able to report what they had seen or found or what had been told to them.

Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.

It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.

She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.

If someone suffers enough pain and abuse, his volitional capacities will diminish to nothing.

And at the last all shall be safe, and evil thrust out never to return. And so that the trust be kept, he said, I give it into your charge, and your sons', and your sons' sons, until the day come.

Are you okay?" Kelly cried."I shot dinner, " Nick said.Kelly snorted. "Look, Hannibal, you can shoot back if they 're shooting at you, but it's still not okay to eat them afterward.

The money-getter who pleads his love of work has a lame defense, for love of work at money-getting is a lower taste than love of money.

Mum had a job fitting upholstery into cars, but, in the evenings, she worked as a seamstress.

I pack every minute I can with something to do.

Everything I have is for sale, except for my kids and possibly my wife.

Be a lamp unto yourselves! Work out your liberation with diligence! Fill your mind with compassion!

If you can't get a job as a pianist in a brothel, you become a royal reporter.

Most people who fail in their dream fail not from lack of ability but from lack of commitment.