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It is a bitter thought, but you must face it. The planets you may one day possess. But the stars are not for man.

I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.

So now do not worry, take what you have, and do your work and you will have a long life and a very merry one.

the children themselves repaid her griefs with small joys. These joys were so small that they could not be seen, like gold in the sand, and in her bad moments she saw only the griefs, only sand; but there were also good moments, when she saw only joys, only gold.

She did not believe he was a monster. He was not a monster, to her. Probably he had some endearing trait: he whistled, off key, in the shower, he had a yen for truffles, he called his dog Liebchen and made it sit up for pieces of raw steak. How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.

Down the steep track into the village a car was coming. A car so fantastically powerful, so superlatively beautiful that it had all the nature of an apparition.

One takes things for granted too much,” said Emily Brent.

I don’t even close my eyes. Out there or inside my head, it’s an equal darkness. Or light.

I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up outside the window, blowing in as dust across the floor.

I’m seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I’m about thirteen

Henceforth an individual solace dear; Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim My other half: with that thy gentle hand Seisd mine, I yielded, and from that time see How beauty is excelld by manly grace.

I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. And when I would have to look at them day after day, each with his and her secret and selfish thought, and blood strange to each other blood and strange to mine, and think that this seemed to be the only way I could get ready to stay dead, I would hate my father for having ever planted me. I would look forward to the times when they faulted, so I could whip them. When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.

Creon: See that you never side with those who break my orders.Leader: Never. Only a fool could be in love with death. Creon: Death is the price – you’re right. But all too often the mere hope of money has ruined many men.

No odio a todos. Los odio unas cuantas horas o unos cuantos días, pero después se me pasa

WE know no time when we were not as now..

this sentence I’m reading is terrific” i can be quite sarcastic when I’m in the mood. He didn’t get it, though. He started walking around the room again, picking up all my personal stuff, and Stradlater’s. Finally, I put my book down on the floor. you couldn’t read anything with a guy like Ackley around. It was impossible. I slid way the hell down in my chair and watched old Ackley making himself at home. I was feeling sort of tired from the trip to New York and all, and I started yawning. then horsing around a little bit. Sometimes I horse around quite a lot, just to keep from getting bored. what i did was, I pulled the old peak of my hunting hat around to the front, then pulled it way down over my eyes. that way i couldn’t see a goddam thing.”I think I’m going blind,”I said in this very hoarse voice.”Mother darling, everything’s getting do dark in here.” “You’re nuts. I swear to God,”Ackley said. “Mother darling, give me your hand, Why won’t you give me your hand?” “For Chrissake, grow up.” I started groping around in front of me, like a blind guy, but without getting up or anything. I kept saying,”mother darling, why wont you give me you’re hand ?” I was only horsing around, naturally.

Confounded, though immortal. But his doom, reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought both of lost happiness and lasting pain torments him.

But my mother is a fish. Vernon seen it. He was there.”Jewel’s mother is a horse,” Darl said.”Then mine can be a fish, can’t it, Darl? I said.Jewel is my brother.”Then mine will have to be a horse, too,” I said.”Why? Darl said. “If pa is your pa, why does your ma have to be a horse just because Jewel’s is?””Why does it? I said. “Why does it, Darl?”Darl is my brother.”Then what is your ma, Darl?” I said.”I haven’t got ere one,” Darl said. “Because If I had one, it is was. And if it is was, it can’t be is. Can’t it?””No,” I said.”Then I am not,” Darl said. “Am I?””No,” I said.I am. Darl is my brother.”But you are, Darl,” I said.”I know it,” Darl said. “That’s why I am not is. Are is too many for one woman to foal.

What I like best is a book that’s at least funny once in awhile.

But peace is my heart: I know it is.