I hear you're losing weight again, Mary Jane. Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for?
the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.
Perfect young men don't get murdered, they don't even get born.
If you go around looking for accidents, asking for them, they can't be called accidents any more.
That's what a conscience is made of, scar tissue. . . Little strips and pieces of remorse sewn together year by year until they formed a distinctive pattern, a design for living.
The world of maps is nice and flat and simple. It has areas for people and areas for monsters. What a shock it is to discover the world is round and the areas merge and nothing separates the monsters and ourselves; that we are all whirling around in space together and there isn't even a graceful way of falling off.
The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.
When my parents fought, I'd run up to my room, put on The Sound of Music, open the window and sing out. My voice was my escape. I saw it as a way out.
My scholarly expectation is then that I may succeed in becoming clever in philosophy in spite of my stupidity.
If your personality is negative, it means that you do not have the confidence in God and in yourself that is your birthright.
Learn the value of a man's words and expressions, and you know him. Each man has a measure of his own for everything; this he offers you inadvertently in his words. He who has a superlative for everything wants a measure for the great or small.