An error of the passions is not the flowering of a great love, and merely the beauty of the human form is not capable of inspiring an eternity of mad attachment.
She didn't want me; she wanted all of me. I didn't mind saying it. My girlfriend scared the crap out of me.
No one could possibly understand my purest feelings but I couldn't care less; My deepest yearnings are nobody's goddamn business anyway
Her love has been always unrequited, but until now it wasn't real love. Now it hurts, and that's how she knows it is real.
I am anti-social and have a dark personality. I have no redeeming qualties and nothing to offer, therefore I could never have what I wanted
I remembered reading in a hard-boiled detective novel that if you drink in the same place two nights in a row, the bartender and waiters will remember your face.
Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, "May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides in deep waters.
How I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature.
It is so easy to have our eyes opened, but then close them again, pretend it never happened, and go back to doing what has always been done.
Yes, they mean well, but the only good that an absence of malice guarantees is a clear conscience.
You never know until you give something your best and keep working at it. Follow your dreams no matter what
Love is something that is beyond us. We can't anticipate love. When, where and with whom we fall in love is coincidental and wonderful for the same reason.
Life is full of beautiful moments. Live your life to the fullest. And do what you love.
...which recall(s) a moment in time when raw excess made them a casual aristocracy, apart from the rest of the world.
As the sweaty, alcohol fuming bodies press in on me from all directions I decide that my ideal of a good time is reading a good novel, alone
That was the wonderful thing about historical novels, one met so many famous people. It was like reading a very old copy of magazine.
story telling is not a career, it's a calling. I've been writing true and compelling news my entire professional life. My novels are packs of lies
There is nothing quite like this novel with its rage and ragings, its discontent and angry restlessness. Wuthering Heights is a virgin's story.
My mother is quiet. The way he acts, she thinks it must mean he doesn't love her as much as she loves him
He who fears being watched from the abyss will be unable to look into it himself. The truth can only be obtained by pressing forward.
As the epic film, Noah, debuts this weekend, those of you who have read Samrajni of Pemako know about the Noah subplot in the novel. Yes, Safiya the protagonist is distantly related to Noah...
