This was a part he didn't like. It made him feel like a jailer, or a kidnapper. "Another sin, another string of Hail Marys," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. So much was riding on this. It could all blow up in their faces. If he was still a b...
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature - if that word can be used in reference to man, who has ‘invented’ himself by saying ‘no’...
Every text is unique and, at the same time, it is the translation of another text. No text is entirely original because language itself, in its essence, is already a translation: firstly, of the non-verbal world and secondly, since every sign and eve...
We must never laugh at the struggle of another, even when it is something that we find to be easy and that we have not struggled with. Because we all have our own individual battles that we all need to work as hard at. Another’s struggle might be e...
Kaffee: How's it going, Luther? Luther: Another day, another dollar, captain. Kaffee: You gotta play them as they lay. Luther: What goes around comes around. Kaffee: Can't beat 'em, join 'em. Luther: At least I got my health. Kaffee: Well, then you g...
Hope is an egg, of which one man gets the yolk, another the white, and a third the shell.
One person can burn water, while another can't even burn oil.
The smoke of my own house is better than another man's fire.
One man can burn water, whereas another cannot even burn oil.
"Love one another" said Christ, but he didn't mention anything about preferences.
Put an Irishman on the spit, and you can always get another Irishman to baste him.
The simple truth? History was never simply history. If it was anything it was another collar—another means to control.
Few people in contemporary art demonstrate much curiosity. The majority spend their days blathering on, rather than trying to work out why one artist is more interesting than another, or why one picture works and another doesn't.
Buddy ran down the road, turned into another street, and vanished as if he had never been there, like another ghost from New Orleans's past.
My life views on sex, men, dating, and self-worth were sculpted with the unfiltered ramblings of a drunken misogynist.
Gods and men create one another, destroy one another, though by different means.
Later she came to realise that under one reality there’s always another. And another one under that.
Like the layers of an onion, under the first lie is another, and under that another, and they all make you cry.
In another world,' he said, lowering his voice; I remember... was it not in another world, in a life which was not in thrall to sleep and its phantoms?...
There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.
Has your life ever been so messed up that you wondered how you would survive another day?
