the invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory.

Love should not be polluted with friendship.

When we love each other we are immortal and indestructible like the heartbeat and the rain and the wind.

The best way to lose a woman was to show her a kind of life that one could offer her for only a few days.

One lost easiest what one held in one’s arms— never what one left.

There is no guilt in feelings ever.

One always expects something else.

A neat little apartment with a neat little bourgeois life. A neat little security on the edge of the abyss. Do you really see that?

Do you know, sire, I think that if we live to tell our grandchildren about this war, they will accuse us of making it up.' -Marielle

When I lost you...my world darkened beyond any known shade of black, and the only light that I have seen since is you...

Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.

Once, the parental bed collapsed because all the children sat on it at once.

We may argue eloquently that 'Honesty is the best Policy' - unfortunately, the moment honesty is adopted for the sake of policy it mysteriously ceases to be honesty.

The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become toward the defects of other people.

When I hear a man applauded by the mob I always feel a pang of pity for him. All he has to do to be hissed is to live long enough.

The media like a good fight. They pick out the extremes and they leave out all the people in the middle who believe in both God and evolution.

We are united in a wait-and-see approach.

Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.