she seemed happy, though perhaps a bit desperately so

It was a passion neither of the mind nor of the heart, it was a force that comprehended them both, as if they were but the matter of love, its specific substance.

But the required survey of English literature troubled and disquieted him in a way nothing had ever done before.

He was himself, and he knew what he had been.

While they talked they remembered the years of their youth, and each thought of the other as he had been at another time.

A sense of his own identity came upon him with sudden force, and he felt the power of it. He was himself, and he knew what he had been.

...Mrs. Bostwick's face was heavy and lethargic, without any strength or delicacy, and it bore the deep marks of what must have been a habitual dissatisfaction.

But William Stoner knew of the world in a way that few of his younger colleagues could understand. Deep in him, beneath his memory, was the knowledge of hardship and hunger and endurance and pain.

I was never that into the movies. Never. Even as a youngster. I became interested in movie music only because of the studio orchestras in Hollywood.

The pain is necessary to find the power of being.

If you've had a good time playing the game you're a winner even if you lose.

Got something new , maybe it'll work before the end of the day if that's ok .

Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.

One who fears failure limits his activities. Failure is only the opportunity to more intelligently begin again.

It is by his activities and not by enjoyment that man feels he is alive. In idleness we not only feel that life is fleeting, but we also feel lifeless.

Too many dots," Miller said. "Not enough lines.

I want to become a person that shines when dancing.

You expand your consciousness, your ideas, your perceptions. You break away from self-adopted restrictions. You grow as you learn to step aside from limiting conceptions and dogmas.

I must be dead for there is nothing but blue snow and the furious silence of a gunshot.