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That is something we must never forget; although others may show heroism in the war or against the Germans, our helpers display heroism in their cheerfulness and affection.

El papel es más paciente que los hombres.

I've been astonished, time and again, at such rudeness and most of all … at such stupidity (Mrs. van Daan).

What goes click ninety-nine times and clack once? A centipede with a clubfoot.

condemn me, but think of me as a person who sometimes

Sallie Springer es un chico terriblemente grosero y corre el rumor de que ha copulado. Sin embargo me cae simpático, porque es muy divertido.

I thanked the interesting old lady and I now know that so-called interesting men owe their reputation to their looks alone.

and Father's fondness for talking about farting and going to the bathroom is disgusting.

Yes, in the sense that I felt a certain contentment. Not always, mind you. I moaned and groaned from time to time. But I was never downright depressed again, probably because I realized that sadness comes from feeling sorry for yourself and happiness from joy.

few nights ago I was the topic of discussion, and we all decided I was an ignoramus.

I seriously doubt whether anyone will be interested in this dribble

Ik antwoord niet eens meer, ga op een divan liggen en slaap om de tijd, de stilte, de verschrikkelijke angst ook, te verkorten, want te doden zijn ze niet.

Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time.

There is no need to shove, his duchess said snippily. There is every need. Think of it not as shoving, but an affectionate nudge.

They'd be complaining about having to walk, and screeching at me to 'do something, Freddy, do something!'" "But what could you do?" she said, puzzled. "Carry them, probably." He gave her a hopeful look. "Do you want me to carry you?

Toddlers can make you feel as if you have violated some archaic law in their personal Koran and you should die, infidel.

My favorite moment in Jeanne Moreau's latest movie--a comedy called The Summer House --takes place in a kitchen, when she proclaims that every human has something to cry about. When mocked by the owner of the kitchen and pressed to say what it is that we have to cry about, she tosses back her head of flaming red hair and says, The winds of solitude roaring at the edge of infinity.

These lines of D.H. Lawrence are taped to the wall of my office: What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them. I under[stand] that failure is surely one of these strange angels.

But be careful: if your intuition says that your story sucks, make sure it really is your intuition and not your mother.

Jesus is] saying that we could be aware of, filled with, and saved by the presence of holy beauty, rather than worship golden calves.

they got to be so conceited because they were Catholics.

It may be one of those miracles where your heart sinks, because you think it means you have lost. But in surrender you have won. And if it were me, after a moment, I would say, Thanks.

Then I thought: Wait—George Bush? And relief washed over me like gentle surf, because believing in George Bush was so ludicrous that believing in God seems almost rational.

thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.