Some say life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
She wasn’t there. He wouldn’t have had to look too closely. She stood out from others like an angel in hell or a rose in a sewer.
It was useless arguing with people like her. They had stereotyped minds that ran along grooves of stock response and the commonplace.
You couldn’t love someone the way he had loved her and then be turned off them in five minutes by nothing more than lies and daydreams. Could you? Could you?
I think to be driven to want to kill must be such a terrible burden.
We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.
Many emotions go under the name of love, and almost any one of them will for a while divert the mind from the real, true, and perfect thing.