He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.

People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.

She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky.

...he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm's length.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

He was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.

He decided in favor of life out of sheer spite and malice.

(...) always regretted that good memory often prevents us from thinking for ourselves.

Oliver knocked on the door, trying to keep his fear in check. Dominic didn't answer. Oliver looked around the porch for a hidden key, frantically searching under the welcome mat, but to no avail.

Although I voted against the initial resolution approving the war in Iraq, I have consistently voted to support our troops with much-needed armor and supplies.

Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

Your staying alive means so much more than you really know, or that anyone is aware of at this moment.

Let the fear go, and live your life with the power of love.

And yeah, my handicap was down to a 10 when we were at the thick of it. I trained for six or seven months, golfing every day for six hours, seven days a week, with eight trainers. It was intense.

One of the great things about African-Americans is that we've always had this attitude: We make do with what we got. It comes from our ancestors being slaves.

But most of all, the train that kept rollin' all night long of rock n' roll you cannot kill. It will live forever.

Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.