She felt the intimate loss of who was meant to become.

I long ago abandoned myself to a blind lust for the written word. Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time.

I can imagine her memories of the novel, or, more likely, of who she was and how she felt when reading it.

The receding perspective of my past smothers my present. Remembering is the malignancy that feasts on my now.

Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.

We rarely consider that we're also formed by the decisions we didn't make, by events that could have happened but didn't, or by our lack of choices, for that matter.

No nostalgia is felt as keenly as nostalgia for things that never existed.

He may be my half brother, but we're not related. A chasm of incommunicable worlds lies between us.

My features have blunted with the passage of time, my reflection only faintly resembles how I see myself. Gravity demands payback for the years my body has resisted it.

I also understand that you have to lie to yourself to survive in a bad marriage, you have to delude yourself if you want to carry on in this life.

Our anger could become a force of deliverance.

Science already contained all that was necessary, if you just brought it out.

A thousand people will stop smoking today. Their funerals will be held sometime in the next three or four days.

If I fall out, pull this ring? What happens then? I sprout wings and fly?" -Spader in "The Never War

As soon as I finished the Russian course, I was sent to Korea with the task of trying to establish an agent network, a network in the so called maritime provinces.

I've studied men from my topsy-turvy Close, and I reckon, rather true. Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy; Most, a dash between the two.

Don't you think it's strange how many referees work at Footlocker?

There is absolutely nothing you can learn out of one bllodeshot eye.

I've always dreamt of having some sort of undercover job. I think it's probably the coolest thing in the world, but ultimately a very lonely life.

Without the fans there's no reason to be One Direction.