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It's possible to go so far in, so far down and back, they could never get you out.

Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing.

Problema e că, de cele mai multe ori, cînd aproape c-ai ajuns să te culci cu o fată - bineînţeles dacă fata nu-i prostituată sau mai ştiu eu ce - , îţi spune mereu să te opreşti. Şi nenorocirea e că eu mă opresc. Majoritatea nici nu se gîndesc să se oprească. Dar eu nu pot altfel. Nu ştii niciodată dacă vor într-adevăr să te opreşti sau dacă le e îngrozitor de frică sau dacă-ţi spun să te opreşti numai pentru ca vina - dacă totuşi mergi pînă la capăt - să fie a ta şi nu a lor. Totuşi, continui să mă opresc. Nenorocirea e că mi-e milă de ele. Adică majoritatea fetelor sînt atît de proaste şi de neajutorate! După ce le săruţi şi le mîngîi un pic, le vezi cum încep să-şi piardă capul. Orice fată, cînd începe să se încălzească, îşi pierde uzul raţiunii. Nici eu nu pricep de ce le ascult cînd îmi spun să mă opresc. Şi după ce le duc acasă începe să-mi pară rău că m-am oprit, dar totuşi continui să mă opresc.

Why are they going to disappear him? I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. It isn’t even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?

I fear more than that the chemical action which would be set up in my soul by a false homage to a symbol behind which are massed twenty centuries of authority and veneration.

For your sake, jewel,I am glad at soul I have no other child;For thy escape would teach me tyranny,To hang clogs on them.

But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in.

They put the picture in the window when they have something, take it away when they don't. Sign language.

Before and since, all her effort was directed not on avoiding pain but on getting through it as quickly as possible.

As a matter of fact, I'm the only dumb one in the family.

There is a taint of death, a flavor of mortality in lies,—which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world—what I want to forget.

It is so hard to leave — until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

—I'm a believer in universal brotherhood, said Temple, glancing about him out of his dark oval eyes. Marx is only a bloody cod.

A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 110   But let concealment, like a worm i’the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.

Not so her eyes, which were the flat hostile blue of a midsummer sky in bright sunlight, a blue that shuts you out.

Whitepeople believed that whatever the manners, under every dark skin was a jungle.

qué bien, es como si hasta ahora siempre hubiera tenido frío

He who clipped us has kept the scissors.

More mud, more crocodiles.

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.