I can't write if someone else is in the house, not even the cleaning woman.
In view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and on my deathbed shall be surrounded by numbskulls who will not understand what I am saying ... Whom am I sleeping with these days ? Franz Kafka.
Therese had read about that special pleasure people got from the fact that someone they loved was attractive in the eyes of other people, too. She simply didn't have it.
She probably had all the time in the world, Therese thought, probably did nothing all day but what she felt like doing.
In the middle of the block, she opened the door of a coffee shop, but they were playing one of the songs she had heard with Carol everywhere, and she let the door close and walked on. The music lived, but the world was dead. And the song would die one day, she thought, but how would the world come back to life? How would its salt come back?
Mr Greenleaf was such a decent fellow himself, he took it for granted that everybody else in the world was decent, too. Tom had almost forgotten such people existed.
He remembered deciding then that the world was full of Simon Legrees, and that you had to be an animal, as tough as the gorillas who worked with him at the warehouse, or starve.
Did the world always mete out just deserts?
I know that Southern redhead type, Bruno said, poking at his apple pie.
I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.
I tell him his business, all business, is legalized throat-cutting, like marriage is legalized fornication.
Our actions and responsibilities are our own; what later returns to either haunt or applaud us is neither possible to predict nor always completely understandable.
When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if...What if...' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.
You ask if I miss you. I think of your voice, your hands, and your eyes when you look straight into mine. I remember your courage that I hadn't suspected, and it gives me courage.
What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?
Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.
One's just supposed to conform. I know what they'd like, they'd like a blank they could fill in. A person already filled in disturbs them terribly.
Though all we have known is only a beginning.
You say you love me however I am and when I curse. I say I love you always, the person you are and the person you will become.
Therese could not think of a single question that would be proper to ask, because all her questions were so enormous.
It always gets late with you. - Is that a compliment?