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I do not deny that what happened to us is a thing worth laughing at. But it is not worth telling, for not everyone is sufficiently intelligent to be able to see things from the right point of view.

I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

You're thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk.

I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

It was my view then, and still is, that you don't make war without knowing why. Knowledge of course, is always imperfect, but it seemed to me that when a nation goes to war it must have reasonable confidence in the justice and imperative of its cause. You can't fix your mistakes. Once people are dead, you can't make them undead.

Sometimes you have to get sicker before you can get better.

That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on. She had also learned that every time she tried to make someone aware of something in her life, the situation just got worse. Consequently it was up to her to solve her problems by herself, using whatever methods she deemed necessary.

It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before.

I am a Tralfamadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.

He made me love him without looking at me.

I am paving hell with energy... I am laying down good intentions which I believe durable as flint.

What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.

Life's too short to care about what other people think. Besides, they should accept us for who we are

This thing of darkness IAcknowledge mine.

If there hadn't been a sixth day, man would not exist; copper would always be copper; and lead just lead. It's true that everything has its Personal Legend, but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new Personal Legend, until, someday, the Soul of the World becomes one thing only.

Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.