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She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

Life had stepped into the place of theory and something quite different would work itself out in his mind.

She has even secret mischievous moments in which she wishes she could get him alone, on a desert island, away from all ties and with nobody else in the world to consider, and just drag him off his pedestal and see him making love like any common man.

We had some times, didn't we?''We did.''Never did build that Glass Castle.''No. But we had fun planning it.

The varicolored cloud dust that the sun has stirred up in the sky was settling by slow degrees.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

You can't help what you feel, Moira said once, but you can help how you behave.

And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

In the desert there is no sign that says, Thou shalt not eat stones. — Sufi proverb

Gregor converted his success at work straight into cash that he could lay on the table at home for the benefit of his astonished and delighted family.

I was taking something away from her, although she didn't know it. I was filching. Never mind that it was something she apparently didn't want or had no use for, had rejected even; still, it was hers, and if I took it away, this mysterious "it" I couldn't quite define.

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

In many ways he was like America itself, big and strong, full of good intentions, a roll of fat jiggling at his belly, slow of foot but always plodding along, always there when you needed him, a believer in the virtues of simplicity and directness and hard labor.

If anyone thinks that I amn't divineHe'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wineBut have to drink water and wish it were plainThat I make when the wine becomes water again.

Anna had been preparing herself for this meeting, had thought what she would say to him, but she did not succeed in saying anything of it; his passion mastered her. She tried to calm him, to calm herself, but it was too late. His feeling infected her. Her lips trembled so that for a long while she could say nothing.

It isn't the sort of thing you ask questions about, because the answers are not usually answers you want to know.

But Levin was in love, and so it seemed to him that Kitty was so perfect in every respect that she was a creature far above everything earthly; and that he was a creature so low and so earthly that it could not even be conceived that other people and she herself could regard him as worthy of her.

A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

I wish I did not think about it so much, he thought.

We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.