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It is not everyone,' said Elinor, 'who has your passion for dead leaves.

Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.

The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he is on.

Sanity is not statistical.

It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;—it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---

Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.

And, when you can't go back, you have to worry only about the best way of moving forward.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain.

To realize one's destiny is a person's only obligation.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have.Think of what you can do with that there is

I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you.

If you love me as you say you do,' she whispered, 'make it so that I am at peace.

That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with night...

I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing—that words can be used in a way that's like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around. They're the best moments in a day of writing—when an image appears that you didn't know would be there when you started work in the morning.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

I certainly have not the talent which some people possess," said Darcy, "of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.