I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all. . . . a day. . . . . an hour.
If you've wrecked one train, you've wrecked them all.
Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
Look at her -- I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way -- what bliss.
It's hard to say. Sometimes people have had terrible childhoods. And sometimes they just haven't found their special place in life. And sometimes they're dogs from hell and must be destroyed.
Child of woe is wane and delicate. . . sensitive and on the quiet side, she loves the picnics and outings to the underground caverns. . . a solemn child, prim in dress and, on the whole, pretty lost. . . secretive and imaginative, poetic, seems underprivileged and given to occasional tantrums. . . has six toes on one foot.
To live without you, only that would be torture. " "A day alone, only that would be death.
To add a library to a house is to give that house a soul.
I've had mentors who were kind of the troubadour singer-songwriters, like Merle Haggard, Loretta Lynn, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan and Neil Young, and that's just what I've always liked - people who would talk real honestly about their lives and their circumstance.
. . . France is the genius among nations.
No literature is richer than that of the sea. No story is more enthralling, no tradition is more secure.