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under the long and discurtained ordeal of the morrow's dawn, that

Don't you know the soul is an immortal principle? How can it suffer alteration? I don't believe at all that it's an immortal principle. I believe it can perfectly be destroyed. That's what has happened to mine, which was a very good one to start with; and it's you I have to thank for it. You're very bad, she added with gravity in her emphasis.

The light of his plural pronoun was sufficiently reflected in his companion's face as he again met it; and he completed his demonstration.

It little matters, for relief arrived. I call it relief, though it was only the relief that a snap brings to a strain or the burst of a thunderstorm to a day of suffocation. It was at least change, and it came with a rush.

I don't know, however, what right I have to ask a service of you. You're the person in the world who has most right, he answered. I've given you assurances that I've never given any one else.

What it all amounted to, oddly enough, was that in his finally so simplified world this garden of death gave him the few square feet of earth on which he could still most live.

American girls are the best girls," he said cheerfully to his young companion.

She was, moreover, mistress of a very pretty little fortune, and was accounted clever without detriment to her amiability and amiable without detriment to her wit.

That's a compliment, said Gertrude. I put all the compliments I receive into a little money-jug that has a slit in the side. I shake them up and down, and they rattle. There are not many yet - only two or three. (Chapter 6)

There were moments," she explained, "when you struck me as grandly cynical; there were others when you struck me as grandly vague.

There's something perverse about women...they're all masochists at heart.

At the opera, the music makes no sense; here in the street it has just the right demented touch to give it poignancy.

I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me.

There's only one good aspect to it, says Joe. You may get his job. And if you have any luck, maybe you'll fall down the elevator shaft and break your neck too. We'll buy you a nice wreath, I promise you that.

Thyroid eyes. Michelin lips. Voice like pea soup.

Dostoyevsky was the sum of all these contradictions which either paralyze a man or lead him to the heights.

Eres cáncer y delirio me dijo el otro día por teléfono

Are we not all victims of fear and anxiety precisely because we lack faith and trust in one another?

The poverty of language, which is to say the poverty of man's imagination or the poverty of his inner life, has created an ambivalence which is absolutely false.

Now we shall have a vessel in which to pour the vital fluid, a bomb which, when we throw it, will set off the world.

I was a ripe prey for the alligator of ecstasy.  

He was an incurable dandy living the life of a beggar. And living wholly in the past!

Perhaps you can visualize him saying a thing like that! Myself it's not clear what his idea of me was, or at any rate, it's clear that I was just pure idea, an idea that kept itself alive without food.

Eres cáncer y delirio», me dijo por teléfono el otro día.