Myrnin said softly. "And how is it that you do not understand that HERE, in THIS place, this girl belongs to me, not to you?
A little truth seasons a lie like salt.
Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
All knowledge is worth having
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart
We are all these things [. . . ]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty. . . and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.
We are all children of the same mother, and the same fate awaits us all. We, too, have our religion, and it is this: Help for the living-Hope for the dead.
I recognize now that the conditions that Indians are living in are the conditions that poor people everywhere are living in.
Everyone has his own particular talent, niche and interests. Which isn't to say that you shouldn't try new genres or styles or explore forms other than the ones you're most comfortable with. But you should be willing to recognize that when writers try to make themselves into something they aren't or, more important, don't want to be. . . they aren't going to be doing their best work.
MBA students come out with: 'My staff is my most important asset. ' Bullshit. Staff is usually your biggest cost. We all employ some lazy bastards who needs a kick up the backside, but no one can bring themselves to admit it.