Your son is heir to an enormous fortune and name. Someone would be bound to bid for you him and take him as his ward.
The terror is trapped inside of him and paralyzes him. He closes his eyes again and tries to drown out the scream - but it keeps ringing and ringing and ringing in his ears.
If Mark really had managed to acquire some information about the Mogodorians, and if doing so had gotten him into some kind of trouble, then we needed to help him
Because I absolutely, positively cannot fuck you, Lola,” he says like it’s a formal declaration. I furrow my brow and salute him, which makes him snicker.
Even if a man has everything - money, power, the key to eternal life - he still is nothing if he is without a family to love him and for him to love.
I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.
She came out of nowhere like a two-by-four against the skull, knocking all common sense out of him and turning him into a walking woody.
his hero Millet had admonished. Auguste Renoir had told him. Ah, but what they hadn't said, hadn't warned him about, was you could see.
Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun's melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.
The habit of considering a man’s religious, moral and political opinions before appointing him to a post or giving him a job is the modern form of persecution.
That's a stupid question,' said Malachi. 'Because he didn't warn him. He didn't warn anyone.' 'No, it's a philosophical question,' Kearns corrected him. 'Which makes it useless, not stupid.
Yet none of these things gave him confidence. All they gave him was egotism, which is less the conviction of one's worth than the desire for that conviction.
Aye, aye, it must be so. I've oversailed him. How, got the start? Aye, he's chasing ME now; not I, HIM--that's bad
If he didn’t want to talk about it, I wouldn’t mention anything. I wanted him to open it up for me, not me intruding and asking questions to him.
Later it would occur to him that a new life - to be a new man - would require him to take chances, to act on whim
Freedom meant one thing to him—home. But they wouldn't let him go home.
A man ought to read just as inclination leads him; for what he reads as a task will do him little good.
A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet in the next instant the stillness breaks as if it is crystal.
It seemed to him that the little Manchu had never looked so radiant. She gave him a most charming smile, but her eyes were all for the boy.
Suffering, he thought later, could rob a man of his empathy, could turn him selfish, could make him depreciate all other sufferers.
leave him free, and the mere sense of liberty would content him, joined to the knowledge that his presence was dear to those whom he loved best.
