“Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.”
Source: The Magus
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“Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.”
Source: The Magus
“He was one of the most supremely stupid men I have ever met. He taught me a great deal.”
Source: The Magus
“If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.”
Source: The Magus
“Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.”
Source: The Collector
“They're beautiful. But sad.'
Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.”
Source: The Collector
“We are all in flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo Sapiens.”
Source: The French Lieutenant's Woman
“There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.”
Source: The Magus
“Wolves don't hunt singly, but always in pairs. The lone wolf was a myth.”
Source: The Magus
“They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.”
Source: The French Lieutenant's Woman
“I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.”
Source: The Collector
“I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.”
Source: The Collector
“The best wines take the longest to mature.”
Source: The French Lieutenant's Woman