Unseasonable kindness gets no thanks.
He would always speak the language of the heart with an awkward foreign accent.
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him.
Fiction, because it is not about somebody who actually lived in the real world, always has the possibility of being about oneself.
Early to bed and early to rise," Mazer intoned, "makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes.
The opposite of the happy ending is not actually the sad ending-the sad ending is sometimes the happy ending. The opposite of the happy ending is actually the unsatisfying ending.
I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.
As someone who worked hard for a Labour victory in the 90s, do I regret it? Not really. It was bound to happen. And it'll happen with the next government, and the one after it. Because all governments serve us. They serve the filth.
Sometimes in June, when I see unearned dividends of dew hung on every lupine, I have doubts about the real poverty of the sands. On solvent farmlands lupines do not even grow, much less collect a daily rainbow of jewels.
It is only our humanity that can deliver us from the brutality of our achievements.
I'd like to see anyone do what I do for one week.