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As long as this exists,” I thought, “and I may live to see it, this sunshine, the cloudless skies, while this lasts, I cannot be unhappy.

Was and will make me ill, I take a gramme and only am. 

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed…….

To rest. Not to wakeup. Forgive me, Mimmi.

That’s something that drives me crazy. When people say something twice that way, after you admit it the first time.

Where are the men?” the little prince at last took up the conversation again. “It is a little lonely in the desert…””It is also lonely among men,” the snake said.

It’s hard to tell the truth, and yet the truth is that she’s the one who’s rejected me.

What was about this that made us feel we deserved it?

The’s what nearly drove me crazy. All the visitors could get in their cars and turn on their radios and all and then go someplace nice for dinner– everybody except Allie. I couldn’t stand it. I know it’s only his body and all that’s in the cemetery, and his soul’s in Heaven and all that crap, but I couldn’t stand it anyway. I just wish he wasn’t there. You didn’t know him. If you’d known him, you’d know what I mean. It’s not too bad when the sun’s out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.

it was worth half-cent to kill a “nigger”, and a half-cent to bury one.

…for iron of itself draws a manthereto.

For double are the portals of flickering dreams.One set is made of horn, the other of ivory.And as for those that come through the sawn ivory,They deceive, carrying words that will not be fulfilled;But those that pass on outside through the polished hornDo fulfill the truth whenever any mortal sees them.

While he was doing it, I went over to my window and opened it and packed a snowball with my bare hands. The snow was very good for packing. I didn’t throw it at anything, though. I started to throw it. At a car that was parked across the street. But I changed my mind. The car looked so nice and white. Then I started to throw it at a hydrant, but that looked too nice and white, too. Finally I didn’t throw it at anything. All I did was close the window and walk around the room with the snowball, packing it harder. A little while later, I still had it with me when I and Brossard and Ackley got on the bus. The bus driver opened the doors and made me throw it out. I wasn’t going to chuck it at anybody, but he wouldn’t believe me. People never believe you.

I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence.

The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.

The intentions as to reading, working, and learning, which he had so precisely formulated only a few minutes earlier, were suffering a curious collapse into a corner, he knew not how.

If God lets me live, I’ll achieve more than Mother ever did, I’ll make my voice heard, I’ll go out into the world and work for mankind!

They had done nothing but wait, and had become poetical. How easy to the smallest building; how impossible to most men.

There’s time to spare. This is one of the things I wasn’t prepared for – the amount of unfilled time, the long parentheses of nothing. Time as white sound.

I stand there and wonder whether, when I am twenty, I shall have experienced the bewildering emotions of love.