Quotes of: His Keyword

He avenged himself on fleas, and burned up his bed.

Yiddish

Only those who are capable of silliness can be called truly intelligent.

Christopher and His Kind

The gramophone keeps reiterating a statement about life with which I do not agree.

Christopher and His Kind

The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

Crime and Punishment

At some point paradise would be lost.

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

Every person has their own colour.

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.

Euphues the Anatomy of Wit: Euphues & His England

Home was merely a dull ache in the back of his memory. A tiredness in his eyes.

Ender's Game

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

Emerson in His Journals

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

A Game of Thrones

Jenny was struck again by the contrast between his attractiveness and his shyness. It was endearing.

Breaking the Silence

When a person doesn't have gratitude, something is missing in his or her humanity. A person can almost be defined by his or her attitude toward gratitude.

Elie Wiesel

I was impressed by Hendrix. Not so much by his playing, as his attitude - he wasn't a great player, but everything else about him was brilliant.

Ritchie Blackmore

The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes.

William James

Unlike the majority of the writers of his age, La Rochefoucauld was an aristocrat; and this fact gives a peculiar tone to his work.

Lytton Strachey

The employee is regarded by the employer merely in the light of his value as an operative. His productive capacity alone is taken into account.

Leland Stanford

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

Martin Luther

One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

Franz Schubert

Country and western is ignored by the intellectuals. They don't look at it as an art form. They think it's just somebody sitting on his couch singing about his life.

Ricky Skaggs

After Puckoon I swore I'd never write another book. This is it

Adolf Hitler: My Part in His Downfall

(...) a man encased in ice, his eyes hard and his voice like a frosty exhale.

Allegiant