And so she remained, like everything that mattered to me then, secret—to be pursued in the woods by moonlight, when I was supposed to be studying.

As if it were possible for one person to care about another and still treat him or her like this.

But what if time worked the other way around?What if what his adolescent self had felt then was the ghost of his present one, sitting here on a sagging bench, beckoning him into his future?

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

There is no such thing as a perfect phrase, or a private language, and . . . time only runs the one way.

Some people think the real them is whoever they are when they're not around other people.

It's like Charlie's dreamed everything he lived through here.

Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.

Three’s all you need to change the world. Look at the Bolsheviks, or the Jimi Hendrix Experience.

William, an artist is someone who combines a desperate need to be understood with the fiercest love of privacy-

No amount of art, even of the Great American variety, can elevate you above, or insulate you from, the divisions, the cataclysms, of ordinary life.

Kendati batas antara kebebasan dan ketidakpedulian terkadang saru

The jar of oil is sacred anointing

The smaller the government, the less the need to manipulate politicians.

The short story is the art form that deals with the individual when there is no longer a society to absorb him and when he is compelled to exist as it were by his own inner light.

To marry is to surrender everything--not only your body but your pride, your independence, even your life.

There are very few good judges of humor, and they don't agree.

"Miss you," he said. It was the barest murmur, scarcely a sound.

When men talk about defense, they always claim to be protecting women and children, but they never ask the women and children what they think.

Nothing meaningful or lasting comes without working hard at it.

To play this game (football) you must have fire in you, and there is nothing that strokes fire like hate.