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.
It's not always so easy," she said softly. "Why not? It's a part of who you are, isn't it?" he asked with all the sympathy of an asp being prodded with a stick.
Though your acts of love and compassion cannot penetrate bandages or armour, they are never wasted and never lost. They sit within the recipient’s mind, awaiting his awakening.
...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.
If you’re always looking back at what you’ve lost, you’ll never discover the treasure that lies just up ahead.
Wasn't growing catnip in one's yard the kitty equivalent of giving candy to children?
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.
I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.
I think at first I wanted to kill all of them. Everyone. Because if there were no people left alive, then I’d never have to love one of them again.
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.
