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Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

How stupid it is that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else.

You're just a coward, like all those who stand behind the suffering of others.

He's used to the freedom of neglect; he likes it.

Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.

I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.

I've never really been able to tolerate zoos.

A small town has as many eyes as a fly

It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

I do not really write for children: I write only for me and for the few people I hope to please, and I write for the story.

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.

Some things about him are the same as ever. He still looks painfully angelic.

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.

I'll always struggle over saying I'm a writer, even if I won the Booker Prize.

She was the one who wanted to be with him, the one who watched and waited for him, who felt his absence badly.

She despised the sadness that hung inside her like old lace.

Words on the page are never prisoners of the page

But what she feels is sometimes hard to express ... Much of what is best in her is warped on the voyage from within to without.

Just a few more minutes here, I suggest: life hates to leave, worried what it might miss. But Vernon, closer, is shaking his head. This is all.

I would always be lonely, but no more alone.

She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.

I want my life to be mystifying, she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.

In the quest for power, truth is always the first thing left behind.

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

I am Gabriel, the messenger, the teller of astonishing truths.

Andrej thought about it - the notion that the
world was riddled with holes where certain people and animals were meant to be, but weren't.

It is not asking much
one person
out of all the world.

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

We both knew that what I said was the truth, as well as being a lie. The pure and honest answer was pinging between us, hovering above the weeds.

There's fire in my fingers. I burn everything I touch.

A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

Time crawled past on leaden hands and knees.

I fail to see how turning the subject over like compost can do anything except raise its stink.

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.

Evangeline's obliviousness was a reason to like her rather than not: I liked least those schoolfellows whose awareness of me invariably caused misery.