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I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two ... Or three but that had never
stopped me from loving you. — F Scott Fitzgerald

I would say in one sentence my goal is to at least be part of the journey to find the unified theory that Einstein himself was really the first to look for. He didn't find it, but we think we're hot on the trail. — Brian Greene

Conscience, the divine nature within us, sees everything as connected, what's good for all is always its priority. — Ilchi Lee

Childhood can be a scary experience, depending on who is doing the caring and how daring the caring. — Art Hochberg

My brother-in-law wrote an unusual murder story. The victim got killed by a man from another book. — Robert Sylvester

A man needs but two things: a reliable moral compass to guide him and a strong dose of integrity to see him through all manner of troubles," Pensive said, raising his untensil with a wink. Tibbs stared doubtfully at the fork and said, "That not integrity. That's boiled potato with cream sauce." Pensive paused before answering, taking a delicate bite and dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "Nary a whit of difference, Tibbs, " he said decidedly. "Nary a whit. — Jessica Lawson

Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain. — Gene Tierney

...age sixty-eight and still wanting love to exist in a pure column of light, still convinced that it could. — Meg Wolitzer

When you've lived as long I've lived, you see things from a bigger lens, and you try to share that with the young guys coming up, including being patient. — Richard DeVos

A man does what must be done,' Karl said, trying to concentrate on his board-making.
"But you never complain."
'What good would complaining do? A job takes so many hours of work, complaining will not shorten those hours. — LaVyrle Spencer

Lord, why are you silent? Why are you always silent ... ? — Shusaku Endo

Sipping underneath that wet, burned rice after dinner in his gaze is some long night far away on the other side of earth in other eyes and other pots burned hot in the charcoal clay stove flickered light from the lit dry grass under the same stars fields of rice and water Pacific Ocean end of murmured sadness jumped intestinal interstices, bisected, circulated, tongue's crack, crossed into gut, guttered now between the pages of this book the floating gaze and taste burnt right through to the spine. — Fred Wah