Smartass Disciple: Master, I don’t need a fairytale.I need you to tell me the truth. Master of Stupidity: It is not funny if you just found it. No drama if no lost at first.
Smartass Disciple: I've been searching for so long.I still can't find the truth. Master of Stupidity: Until you've lost and felt desperate, you won't be found.
I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn't regret any of it.
Ideas are the most fragile things in the world, and if you do not write them down, they will be lost forever.
No sun cream or condoms, just in case you’re looking at the lady-boys. There’s plenty of AIDS lingering about and every STD you can imagine.
Freedom that is not fought for, that is not gained by personal sacrifice is freedom that will never last, because in the heart of the one set free, it will have little value. A treasure that costs nothing is a treasure that is easily neglected and lo...
I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts!
No wonder people took sex so seriously, or not seriously enough at all. Sex addled your wits and stole your body. It was like being lost and found all at once.
I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely. How appropriate that I write this to myself.
Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey
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.
While the art of printing is left to us science can never be retrograde; what is once acquired of real knowledge can never be lost.
He wasn't used to people saying no, and Eby felt sorry for him, the way she'd always felt sorry for those who had everything and it still wasn't enough.
It was time to let go of the mad desire to remember. It was time to start living whatever life would come. In the present, not the past.
...which recall(s) a moment in time when raw excess made them a casual aristocracy, apart from the rest of the world.
The phone collapsed distances, just as the radio did, and, like the radio, it relied on the miracle of imagination: one had to concentrate deeply, plunge headlong into it.
Unexpected Elizabeth wasn’t falling into his arms as he’d anticipated, even after he had acted heroic and been valiantly injured. Perhaps he lost her.
There seemed to be no one in a position of power, from the Vatican to Wall Street, from Parliament to Scotland Yard to Fleet Street, who could think of anything better to do than abuse it....
The measure of a work of art is how much art it has in it, not how much ‘relevance’. Relevant to whom? Relevant to what? Nothing is more ephemeral than a hot topic.
That was the wonderful thing about historical novels, one met so many famous people. It was like reading a very old copy of magazine.
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
