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По-моему, надо дать человеку выговориться, раз он начал интересно рассказывать и увлекся. Очень люблю, когда человек с увлечением рассказывает.

Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again, idly, aimlessly, unthinking and unguided.

لا تروي ما حدث لك مثلما فعلت أنا، لأي إنسان، لأنك حين تفعل ذلك فلسوف تفتقد كل الناس .

…it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

And were you very, very sad on the day you watched fourty-four sunsets?

How long will you be gone?””Forever, perhaps. I don’t know. It depends upon a good many things.

I don’t want to scare you,” he said, “but I can very clearly see you dying nobly, one way or another, for some highly unworthy cause.

They couldn’t him because he was Tarzan, Mandrake, Flash Gordon. He was Bill Shakespeare. He was Cain, Ulysses, the Flying Dutchman; he was Lot in Sodom, Dreirdre of the Sorrows, Sweeney in the nightingales among trees. He was miracle ingredient Z-247.

But to elude deathis not easy: attempt it who will,he shall go to the place prepared for eachof the sons of men, the soul-bearersdwelling on earth, ordained them by fate:laid fast in that bed, the body shall sleepwhen the feast is done.

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

تمام آن مزخرفاتی که توی مجله ساتردی ایونینگ پست و آن جور مجله ها توی کاریکاتورها می کشند که مردهایی را نشان می دهد که گوشه خیابان ها مثل خوک تیرخورده ایستاده اند، چون معشوقه شان دیر کرده است – این ها همه اش دروغ و مزخرف است. اگر دختر موقعی که سر وعده اش می آید خوشگل و دلربا باشد، چه کسی به دیر آمدنش اهمیت می دهد؟

Of course you’re dying. We’re all dying. Where the devil else do you think you’re heading?

You did not do so badly for something worthless,’ he said to his left hand. ‘But there was a moment when I could not find you.

These intellectual guys don’t like to have an intellectual conversation with you unless they’re running the whole thing.

She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day.

I’ll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I remember once, the summer I was around twelve, teeing off and all, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a sudden, I’d see Allie. So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the fence–there was this fence that went all around the course–and he was sitting there, about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watching me tee off. That’s the kind of red hair he had.

He always thought of the sea as la mar which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a woman.

Nobody taught us at school how to light a cigarette in a rainstorm, or how it is still possible to make a fire even with soaking wet wood – or that the best place to stick a bayonet is into the belly, because it can’t get jammed in there, the way it can in the ribs.

You’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.

CREATED by an eighteen-year-old girl during the freakishly cold, rainy summer of 1816 while on holiday in Switzerland with her married lover, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and two other writers, the poet Lord Byron and John Polidori, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein would become the foundational work for two important new genres of literature—horror and science fiction.