There was no life Dennis burned to live except, it seemed, a life that wasn't depressed.

After a certain age, you felt a need not to be alone. It grew stronger, like a radio frequency, until finally it was so powerful that you were forced to do something about it.

Wasn't the whole point of being an artist, or at least part of it, that you didn't have to wear a tie?

But clearly life took people and shook them around until finally they were unrecognizable even to those who had once known them well. Still, there was power in once having known someone.

Is there anything sadder than the scrawniest little piece of uneaten chicken at a dinner party?”“Hmm, ” said Jules. “Yes. The Holocaust.

The mystery of desire was way beyond the conceptual abilities of Jules Jacobson. It was like ... robotics. Just another subject that she couldn’t understand at all.

If someone said 'diametrically, ' could 'opposed' be far behind?

Dennis was present, still present, and this, she thought as she stayed landed against him, was no small talent.

Jealousy was essentially "I want what you have, " while envy was "I want what you have, but I also want to take it away so you can't have it.

Twitter, " said Manny, waving his hand. "You know what that is? Termites with microphones.

No, of course not. I just feel content, ” she said carefully.“That’s an old person’s word, ” said Ethan.

My scars tell a story. They are a reminder of times when life tried to break me, but failed. They are markings of where the structure of my character was welded.

It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.

Success does not come to the most righteous and rigorously disciplined but to those who continue running.

Look at the history of peace accords in Africa. They have a terrible record. They are shredded even before the ink on them is dry.

There's many a true word spoken in jest.

No, no, no, not God bless America — God damn America!

She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).

Fear is the mother of all gods ... Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.

I should like to say that good batsman are born, not made; but my long experience comes up before me, and tells me that it is not so.