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Borgia bastard could never be the social equal of a legitimate Medici.

a voice yelled after me but it was wayward and might have been a cry out of someone's nightmare.

convinced her to stay longer so the beast would

Wait," Dracul says. "You must listen carefully to my instructions." Now he's giving instructions? He had the whole long walk to give us instructions!

for air, Jonah has a red ball stuck in his hair.

A couple of times he called the second he'd finished reading a novel and just had to tell me about it, and I know it sounds hokey and librarianish to say so, but I just swooned when he did that.

While history might be full of exemplary fathers, recorded history is not where to find them.

The whole thing reminds me of graduate school seminars, except these people are smart and funny and have something interesting to say.

The more history I learn, the more the world fills up with stories.

i love reading and am always stuck in one labrinth of letters or other

Never have I enjoyed such swearing, before or since. Sir, on that memorable day, he swore like an angel from Heaven.

I love walking. Walking might be my favorite pastime. It's one of the reasons I moved to the pedestrian paradise that is NYC. It's hiking that I try to avoid.

Being a humble person, she gave her pie shop a humble name—PIE.

Fidelity is for phonographs

He didn't ask Where will you spend eternity? as religious the-end-is-near picketers did but rather, With what, in this modern democracy, will you meet the demands of your soul?

I have, perhaps, a slave-like constitution which is too easily restrained by bonds; it then becomes rebellious and bursts out in a comic revolution.

I am a prisoner of perception, a compulsory witness.

As for Thea, sometimes she looked more barbarous than they did in spite of the civilized lipstick and conventional shape of the jodhpurs she wore.

As the victim of those impulses she must be looking in the paper for his obituary.

But Mimi- her tenderness didn't have an easy visibility. You wondered what it would be, and after what terrible manifestations it would appear.

John Hawkes is an extraordinary writer. I have always admired his books. They should he more widely read.

Grielescu was a famous scholar, not exactly a follower of Jung—but not exactly not a Jungian. He was a hard one to place.

To have assumed, for instance, that the deterioration of language and its debasement was tantamount to dehumanization led straight to cultural fascism.

Gratitude! I was deeply grateful. But the politic gratitude of weakness, of the sufferer, furious underneath.