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Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.-Mr. Darcy

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

Orthodoxy means not thinking--not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.

A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.

You get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothin' can touch you...

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…

Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.

If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.

You can choose your friends but you sho' can't choose your family, an' they're still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge 'em or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don't.

We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?

I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.

All I know is this: nobody's very big in the first place, and it looks to me like everybody spends their whole life tearing everybody else down.

Romeo:If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.Juliet:Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,Which mannerly devotion shows in this;For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.Romeo:Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?Juliet:Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.Romeo:O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.Juliet:Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.Romeo:Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.Juliet:Then have my lips the sin that they have took.Romeo:Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again.Juliet:You kiss by the book.