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Story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.

The presence of danger has a way of making you feel fully awake.

Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

Ulick Norman Owen—Una Nancy Owen—each time, that is to say, U. N. Owen. Or by a slight stretch of fancy, UNKNOWN!

Los que de verdad me vuelven loco son esos libros que cuando acabas de leerlos piensas que ojalá el autor fuera amigo tuyo y pudieras llamarle por teléfono cuando quisieras.

In Varenka, she realized that one has but to forget oneself and love others, and one will be calm, happy, and noble.

From now on, it is our task to suspect each and everyone amongst us. Forewarned is forearmed. Take no risks and be alert to danger. That is all.

But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with thee Came not all hell broke loose?

And when I think about that, I think that if nothing but being married will help a man, he's durn nigh hopeless.

The more intelligent you become the more problems you’ll have, Charlie.

Alice knows everything about me, and accepts the fact that we can be together for only a short while. She has agreed to go away when I tell her to go. It's painful to think about that, but what we have, I suspect, is more than most people find in a lifetime.

Here look at me. I'm Charlie, the son you wrote off the books? Not that I blame you for it, but here I am, all fixed up better than ever. Test me. Ask me questions. I speak twenty languages, living and dead; I'm a mathematical whiz, and I'm writing a piano concerto that will make them remember me long after I'm gone.

How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibility, who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes—how such people think nothing of abusing a man born with low intelligence.

What an incredible thing! How much less they had than other human beings. Mentally retarded, deaf, mute - and still eagerly sanding benches.

Salander was an information junkie with a delinquent child's take on morals and ethics.

I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am?

The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

Everything faded into mist. The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became truth.

What kind of a hand is that,' he said. 'Cramp then if you want. Make yourself into a claw. It will do you no good.