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You keep records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them. If you want to Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education, it’s history.

It's funny. You take adults, they look lousy when they're asleep and they have their mouths way open, but kids don't. Kids look alright. They can even have spit all over the pillow and they still look alright.

I'm always saying 'Glad to've met you' to somebody I'm not at all glad I met.

Sanity is a valuable possession; I hoard it the way people once hoarded money. I save it, so I will have enough, when the time comes.

She gave me a pain in the ass, but she was very good looking.

I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind - and that of the minds of the ones who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town.

People resent being shown that they don't approach the complexities of the problem - they don't know what exists beyond the surface ripples.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; 
God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another:
you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, 
and make your wantonness your ignorance. 
Go to, I'll no more don't; it hath made me mad.

It would be deplorable if the special interests had the power to silence those voices in the media that they find uncomfortable.

You simply mean that you flirted outrageously with him, poor old chap, and then repented, and to make reparation, married him, though you tortured yourself to death by doing it.

He waited day after day, saying that it was perfectly absurd to expect, yet expecting.

«Si la libertad significa algo, será, sobre todo, el derecho a decirle a la gente aquello que no quiere oír.»

The fish is my friend too," he said aloud. "I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.

It is unfortunate for us, that, of some of the greatest men, we know least, and talk most.

What at night had been perfect and ideal was by day the more or less defective real.

What use is it to him now that he was such a good mathematician at school?

Their lives now, they reasoned, were hungry and laborious; was it not right and just that a better world should exist somewhere else?

...an irresistible sleep fell deeply on his eyes, the sweetest, soundest oblivion, still as the sleep of death itself...

What has happened to me? Why am I so alone in the world?

It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.