It is always chilling, in friendly intercourse, to say you have no opinion to give.
No medicine cures what happiness cannot.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
There is always something left to love.
Time was not passing. . . it was turning in a circle.
When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
If I had that kind of money, I wouldn't come to Vietnam, I'd send for it.
Living together is an art.
In depression, your capacity to feel just flattens and disappears and what you feel is pain and a kind of pain that you can't describe to anybody. So it's an isolating pain, a completely isolating pain.
The truth is, I just want do things that are original and throw an original spin on them.