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He was a very good soldier- about to quit, about to find somebody to surrender to.

I was like an alcoholic who suddenly stops drinking- I felt the same sadness, the same exhaustion. I was thin again, and very beautiful, but there was something so melancholy in my gaze that the usher always avoided meeting my eye.

- Love, he told me. Love everything from the grass to the first person who walks by in the street. Love it all. That's the only thing that can make life not just bearable, but beautiful.

- Love, he told me. Love everything from the grass to the first person who walks by in the street. Love it all. That's the only thing that can make life not just bearable, but beautiful.

I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life:
No one comes to God the Father except through me, because I am God the Father.

"I was no longer frightened," she told me. "On the contrary: I felt as if the drowsiness of death had finally been lifted off me, and the only thing I wanted was for it all to be over quickly so I could flop down and go to sleep."

The dead woman, her teeth visible, looked as though she was mocking us- I had the impression that her expression had changed from the quite smile she had been wearing before.

It would be senseless for the author to try to convince the reader that his characters once actually lived. They were not born of a mother's womb; they were born of a stimulating phrase or two from a basic situation.

It was always my opinion that the best course a man could take in life was to remain silent; that one could not do better than withdraw into solitude like the bittern which spreads its wings like some lonely lake.

The connection of Zennism with tea is proverbial.

When Anne died, Thomas did not leave the room, and he seemed deeply afflicted. That grief caused great discomfort to all those present, and they had the premonition that what he was saying to himself at that was the prelude to a drama the thought of which filled them with consternation.

When she came around, entirely speechless now, refusing any expression to her eyes as well as her lips, still stretched out on the ground, the silence showed her so united with the silence that she embraced it furiously like another nature, whose intimacy would have overwhelmed her with the disgust.

Anne saw him coming without surprise, this inevitable being in whom she recognized the one she might try in vain to escape, but would meet again every day.

The revolution put an end to the Shah's rule. It destroyed the palace and buried the monarchy. It all began with an apparently small mistake on part of the imperial authority. With that one false step, the monarchy signed its own death warrant.

Every woman in this country is dishonored, degraded,
With your hand on your heart, say, how can such a country be free?
In this country, they say, there are goddesses without number,
Tell me have they loosened even a link of our chains?
Have we gained anything of honor from the veil?
Beneath the veil we have remained somthered, beneath the veil we burned.............
-Kamla Bhasin

You go to the bazaar to pray, to meet friends, to do business, to sit in a cafe. You can go there to catch up on gossip and take part in an opposition rally. Without having to run all over town, the Shiite finds in one place, the bazaar, all that is indispensable for earthly existence and, through prayer and offerings, also ensure his eternal life.

At first our relationship was sexual, I was a sexual refuge from your anxiety and from your shame. But last night I realized that a passion for Africa was developing in me, too. And that means a new bond between us, Bird, now we have a map of Africa for a go-between. We've leaped from a merely sexual lowland to much higher ground, something I'd hoped would all long, and now I honestly feel it, Bird, the same passion!

Here and there in pencil, he had written comments, brief and encouraging. They meant nothing to me, but I liked to see his handwriting beside mine, sometimes overlapping mine. It was unlined paper I wrote with a fountain pen. I still do.

The only toys of my childhood were stones. I pulled a stone with a string- I was the horse, and the stone was the Gilded Chariot of the Shah.

Can we excuse the egotism that rejects another life because a man is a father?

Abashed. Bird pressed himself against the wall. Once again the patient looked at him threateningly, as if Bird represented all men who carried their bodies through life on two feet; then he shot down the corridor at amazing speed.

"I hope you weren't sleep," Bird said as Himiko opened the door for him.

"Will the baby die right away?" Bird said.

I had now lost all confidence in myself, doubted all men immeasurably, and abandoned all hopes for the things of this world, all joy, all sympathy, eternally. This was truly the decisive incident of my life. I had been split through the forehead between the eyebrows, a wound that was to throb with pain whenever I came in contact with a human being.

The only secret of her safety that we could perceive was that Venice contained so many curiosities that were greater than she.

The artificial day became slowly tinted with the colors of an ordinary morning. In the deserted shop, the highest shelves were bathed in the reflections of the morning sky.

The Street of Crocodiles was a concession of our city to modernity and metropolitan corruption. Obviously, we were unable to afford anything better than a paper imitation, a montage of illustrations cut out from last year's moldering newspapers.

The horse was panting, hanging its head. I hugged its head to my breast and saw that there were tears in its large eyes. I noticed a round black wound on its belly. "Why did not you tell me?" I whispered, crying. "My dearest, I did it for you," the horse said and became very small, like a wooden toy.

But when for three months the rain had been falling regularly, there was no famine again.

One night, at about ten o'clock, I saw a certain man who came to my house. He told me that he was always hearing the word- "POOR", but he did not know it and he wanted to know it.