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We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

Read sometimes for the story, Bobby. Don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words - the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers that won't do that. But when you find a book that has both good story and good words, treasure that book.

Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.

You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.

Most people were heartless about turtles because a turtle’s heart will beat for hours after it has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too.

Let him think that I am more man than I am and I will be so.

"But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

Russland hadde sterk appell for personer med svakt utviklet ansvarsfølelse og trang til selvdestruksjon. Og hvis du var slik anlagt, var det ingen som kunne hindre deg i å utnytte det. Det var en absurd, ugudelig tid der moralverdier gikk i permanent kunstig dvale og du var skremmende fri til å utforske de ekleste avkrokene i ditt eget mørke hjerte.

Gud er høyt der oppe, og tsaren er langt unna.

Many that live deserve death; and some that die deserve life. Can you give that to them Frodo? Then do not be so quick to deal out death in judgement. Even the wise cannot see all ends.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king