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His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain -- why he did not instantly disappear.

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life...

إذ لم يكن من المرغوب فيه أن يكون لدى عامة الشعب وعي سياسي قوي , فكل ما هو مطلوب منهم وطنية بدائية يمكن اللجوء إليها حينما يستلزم الأمر

In general, the greater the understanding, the greater the delusion; the more intelligent, the less sane.

It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it.

Mademoiselle is a fairy," he said, whispering mysteriously.

Make my happiness--I will make yours.

We need never be without hope because we can never be irreparably broken.

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

The boy and his heart had become friends, and neither was capable now of betraying the other.

George's voice became deeper. He repeated his words rhythmically as though he had said them many times before. 'Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable

But why Alaska?' I asked her.'Well, later, I found out what it means. It's from an Aleut word, Alyeska. It means 'that which the sea breaks against,' and I love that. But at the time, I just saw Alaska up there. And it was big, just like I wanted to be.

Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.

No art is possible without a dance with death, he wrote.

Through error you come to the truth! I am a man because I err! You never reach any truth without making fourteen mistakes and very likely a hundred and fourteen.

Friends we shall never be, you know that yourself. Whether we shall be the happiest or the wretchedest of people--that's in your hands.