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He’s back! He’s back!””Who’s back?” shouted someone else. “Who is it?””What does it mean? What should we do?””Are we on fire?””Get up and run, damn it! Everybody get up and run!

I wandered through various public rooms, glory below, gloom above: for the look of lust always is gloomy; lust is never quite sure–even when the velvety victim is locked up in one’s dungeon–that some rival devil or influential god may still not abolish one’s prepared triumph.

…otherwise, one of you, most likely the man, would go wandering off on a trajectory of his own, taking his addictive body with him and leaving you with bad withdrawal, which you could counteract by exercise. If you didn’t work it out it was because one of you had the wrong attitude. Everything that went on in your life was thought to be due to some positive or negative power emanating from inside your head.

With a heavy heart I left the house and walked through the spotted blaze of the sun to my car. Two other cars were parked on both sides of it, and I had some trouble squeezing out.

This could be the last time I have to wait. But I don’t know what I’m waiting for. What are you waiting for? they used to say. That meant Hurry up. No answer was expected. For what are you waiting is a different question, and I have no answer for that one either.

I feel my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.

«It’s true, Christian-like or not; and is about as Christian-like as most other things in the world,» said Alfred.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

It is not bad, he said. And pain does not matter to a man.

Grown-ups love figures. When you talk to them about a new friend, they never ask questions about essential matters.

Que la gente intervenga en concursos donde haya que recordar las palabras de las canciones más populares, o los nombres de las capitales de los Estados, o cuánto maíz cosechó Iowa el último año. Llénalos de noticias incombustibles. Sentirán que la información los ahoga, pero se creerán inteligentes.

Obeying God never brings on public evils. I know it can’t. It’s always safest, all round, to do as He bids us.

I am not gamesome: I do lack some partof that quick spirit that is in Antony.

You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature’s reality – the deception was bearable.

I don’t want a man around, what use are they except for ten seconds’ worth of half babies. A man is just a woman’s strategy for making other women.

In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.

O yes! a machine for saving work, is it? He’d invent that, I’ll be bound; let a nigger alone for that, any time. They are all labor-saving machines themselves, every one of ’em. No, he shall tramp!

How can you talk about not wanting to be a part of the social body? We can’t do without anyone!

But I have heard it said, said Don Quixote, that troubles take wing for the man who can sing.