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O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall our time of joy in wretchedness.

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

Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days; the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends.

You never oughta drink water when it ain’t running,

When in that moment,—so it came to pass,— Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.

So they were trying to re-invent themselves and their universe. Science fiction was a big help.

I am a blank, here, between parentheses. Between other people.

I by not doing, not by doing, lost

Success went fizzily to Bernard’s head, and in the process completely reconciled him (as any good intoxicant should do) to a world which, up till then, he had found very unsatisfactory.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Five German soldiers and a police dog on a leash were looking down into the bed of the creek. The soldiers' blue eyes were filled with a bleary civilian curiosity as to why one American would try to murder another one so far from home, and why the victim should laugh.

Billy was guided by dread and the lack of dread. Dread told him when to stop. Lack of it told him when to move again.

Whereas the staff, of course, was devoted to the idea that weak people should be helped as much as possible, that nobody should die.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.

you what. Curley’s like a lot of little guys. He hates big guys. He’s alla time picking scraps with big guys. Kind of like he’s mad at ’em because he ain’t a big guy. You seen little guys like that, ain’t you? Always scrappy?

Everybody turned into a baby, and all humanity, without exception, conspired biologically to produce two perfect people named Adam and Eve, he supposed.

But the Gospels actually taught this: Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn’t well connected.

I thought, the kindest and funniest ones, the ones who hated war the most, were the ones who’d really fought.