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I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

– Jums labai smagu mane erzinti. Visai nesigailite mano nervų. – Klystate brangioji. Jūsų nervų aš itin paisau. Jie – seni mano draugai. Juk jau bent dvidešimt metų girdžiu apie juos kalbant su pagarba.

I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

An old campaigner, he did not speak until we were on the sidewalk. What’s up? Jem’s got the look-arounds, an affliction Calpurnia said all boys caught at his age.

What stories can do, I guess, is make things present.

I saved the cupboard until the third day. I looked carefully over the door first, inside and out, then the walls with their brass hooks—how could they have overlooked the hooks? Why didn’t they remove them? Too close to the floor? But still, a stocking, that’s all you’d need. And the rod with the plastic hangers, my dresses hanging on them, the red woollen cape for cold weather, the shawl. I knelt to examine the floor, and there it was, in tiny writing, quite fresh it seemed, scratched with a pin or maybe just a fingernail, in the corner where the darkest shadow fell: Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

What was in them (magazines) was promise. They dealt in transformations; they suggested an endless series of possibilities, extending like the reflections in two mirrors set facing one another, stretching on, replica after replica, to the vanishing point. They suggested one adventure after another, one wardrobe after another, one improvement after another, one man after another. They suggested rejuvenation, pain overcome and transcended, endless love. The real promise in them was immortality.

People never believe you.

Tu orgullo es lo único que posees, y si dejas que lo manipule un hombre que tiene que manipular una docena de orgullos antes de almorzar, estás aceptando un montón de decepciones que un profesional hecho y derecho ha aprendido a evitar.

She felt depressed beyond anything she had ever known before.

Darcy,

it’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you. So

Don't throw away luck on little stuff. Save it up.

Nadie muere por falta de sexo. Es por falta de amor por lo que morimos

Vivíamos, como era normal, haciendo caso omiso de todo. Hacer caso omiso no es lo mismo que ignorar, hay que trabajar para ello.

It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it…. High in a white palace the king’s daughter, the golden girl….

Lady Catherine was extremely indignant on the marriage of her nephew; and as she gave way to all the genuine frankness of her character in her reply to the letter which announced its arrangement, she sent him language so very abusive, especially of Elizabeth, that for some time all intercourse was at an end.

instead of spending his whole income, he had laid by an annual sum for the

When there's meat they cut it up for me ahead of time, as if I'm lacking manual skills or teeth. I have both, however. That's why I'm not allowed a knife.