He told me he loved her, but I guess she didn't love him like he thought she did, because it wasn't him." (12.39)
If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there.
Jane Gallagher. Jesus ... I couldn't get her off my mind. I really couldn't. "I oughta go down and say hello to her, at least.
I told that boy about the ice. These people! You have to keep after them all the time.
Daisy! Daisy! Daisy! I'll say it whenever I want to Daisy!
I married him because I thought he was a gentleman. I thought he knew something about breeding, but he wasn't fit to lick my shoe.
The only crazy I was was when I married him. I knew right away I made a mistake. He borrowed somebody's best suit to get married in and never even told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out.
Well hunt. I'm going to be chief.
You know perfectly well that I do not believe that marriage should be driven by thoughts of money!
I wish I read more but there always seems to be so many other things to do.
I was only sure of one thing: he wouldn't have left something like that sit there in the day room with his name tacked on it for twenty or thirty years so the Big Nurse could use it as an example of what can happen if you buck the system.
They don’t bother not talking out loud about their hate secrets when I’m nearby because they think I’m deaf and dumb. Everybody thinks so. I’m cagey enough to fool them that much. If my being half Indian ever helped me in any way in this dirty life, it helped me being cagey, helped me all these years.
I can’t see six inches in front of me through the fog and the only thing I can hear over the wail I’m making is the Big Nurse whoop and charge up the hall while she crashes patients outta her way with that wicker bag. I hear her coming but I still can’t hush my hollering. I holler till she gets there.
My dear Frankenstein, how glad I am to see you! How fortunate that you should be here at the very moment of my alighting!
Don't believe everything you hear, Nick.
I found out what your 'drug-stores' were. He and this Wolfsheim bought up a lot of side-street drug-stores here and in Chicago and sold grain alcohol over the counter. That's one of his little stunts. I picked him for a bootlegger the first time I saw him, and I wasn't far wrong.
What if I did tell him? That fellow had it coming to him. He threw dust into your eyes just like he did in Daisy's but he was a tough one. He ran over Myrtle like you'd run over a dog and never even stopped his car.
I was taught to live happily and richly with others and to develop wholesome personality. Be a cake, in fact.