Once you break someone’s heart, you are forever its master.

Perhaps all love stories no matter how varied are essentially the same.

And although he recognized that tenderness was not the same as passion, and certainly not equivalent to love, for now it seemed to him a suitable substitute.

Was she happy? She thought – yes, reasonably so. Then again, what was happiness but the vast terrain between ecstasy and agony? Was this too small an ambition?

Nothing felt better to him than the act of waiting for her. As long as he believed it wasn’t in vain, he was able to justify his presence.

It was almost as if she had willed him into existence, into standing before her at the precise moment she was willing to accommodate him, arriving not a minute too early or too late.

Most people surrendered fairy tale hopes in exchange for cookie cutter lives

His fierce appreciation of female beauty, the unrelenting desire he felt for their company, the pleasure he both derived and sought to give, had led him in and out of quite a few bedroom doors.

It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.

The pure connecting factor is that those of us who describe ourselves as feminists want equal rights for all people.

[On vanity:] The nose of Cleopatra: if it had been shorter, the face of the earth would have changed.

Language is the most massive and inclusive art we know, a mountainous and anonymous work of unconscious generations.

Amity itself can only be maintained by reciprocal respect, and true friends are punctilious equals.

I think the sentiment has not entirely shifted away from the belief that technology will continue to do well. But the believers are getting more and more worried about their beliefs.

If there is a bug in your code than you have to drop everything you're doing and go fix it.

No one dare disturb the sound of silence...

I don't personally have enough faith to be an atheist.

Growing and decaying vegetation in this land are responsible for 93 percent of the oxides of nitrogen.