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There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind.

You are not at all like my rose. As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.

It did always seem so to us: but now, in thedivision of the kingdom, it appears not which ofthe dukes he values most; for equalities are soweighed, that curiosity in neither can make choiceof either's moiety.

Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.

I beliebe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.

In the first place, I'm sort of an atheist. I like Jesus and all, but I don't care too much for most of the other stuff in the Bible. Take the Disciples, for instance. They annoy the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth. They were all right after Jesus was dead and all, but while He was alive, they were about as much use to Him as a hole in the head. All they did was keep letting Him down. I like almost anybody in the Bible better than the Disciples. If you want to know the truth, the guy I like best in the Bible, next to Jesus, was that lunatic and all, that lived in the tombs and kept cutting himself with stones. I like him ten times as much as the Disciples, that poor bastard.

Only make yourself honey and the flies will suck you.

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.

I feel buried.

Every time I came to the end of a block and stepped off the goddam curb, I had this feeling that I'd never get to the other side of the street. I thought I'd just go down, down, down, and nobody'd ever see me again.

ball.

The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that they are not mended again.

إن الضرورة لها قدرة عجيبة على ان تجعل أحط الأشياءتبدو ثمينةفي نظرنا

I am no longer one of Mr, Pontellier's possessions to dispose of or not. I give myself where I choose. If he were to say, 'Here, Robert, take her and be happy; she is yours,' I should laugh at you both.

Though at that time men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit.

This fierce basilisk, this ungrateful, cruel, supercilious wretch, will neither seek, serve, own, nor follow you in any shape whatever.

So, now, with me. That brute which knows no peace came ever nearer me and, step by step, drove me back down to where the sun is mute.

An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!

Here lies our comrade, Kemmerich, who a little while ago was roasting horse flesh with us and squatting in the shell-holes. He it is still and yet it is not he any longer. His features have become uncertain and faint, like a photographic plate from which two pictures have been taken. Even his voice sounds like ashes.

Blessed be those that mourn, for they shall be comforted."Nobody said when.