Mandoline Debussy Quotes & Sayings

He needed the people and the clamour around him. There was no questions and no doubts when he stood on a platform over a sea of faces; the air was heavy, compact, saturated with a single solvent-admiration; there was no room for anything else. He was great; great as the number of people who told him so. He was right; right as the number of people who believed it. He looked at the faces, at the eyes, he saw himself born in them, he saw himself granted the gift of life. That was Peter Keating, that, the reflection in those staring pupils, and his body was only it's reflection. — Ayn Rand

But more than that, they give nobody else credit for knowing how to laugh, or even how to make up his own mind about his own things when these things happen to be bad. Those starved, ragged kids back in camp had more individuality than that. And because they had it, they are what Americans are supposed to be, and they are what I like to think REAL Americans still are: people who, through the years, were able to take it on the lam, laugh about it, then take it again - but always going forward on their own individual guts. — Gregory Boyington

Forget it. It's on Rob's tab. That he never pays."
Rob shrugged. "Send the gay mafia to collect and I'll pony up."
"I've got my request for assistance in already, but they're kind of busy fighting for our right to join the heteros in the misery of marriage at the moment. — Leta Blake

You know," Daddy said, "it's some that can live their whole life out without asking about it and it's others has to know why it is, and this boy is one of the latters. He's going to be into everything! — Flannery O'Connor

There are things I need to ask her. Not what happened, back then in the time I lost, because now I know that. I need to ask her why.
If she remembers. Perhaps she's forgotten the bad things, what she said to me, what she did. Or she does remember them, but in a minor way, as if remembering a game, or a single prank, a single trivial secret, of the kind girls tell and then forget.
She will have her own version. I am not the centre of her story, because she herself is that. But I could give her something you can never have, except from another person: what you look like from outside. A reflection. This is part of herself I could give back to her.
We are like the twins in old fables, each of whom has been given half a key. — Margaret Atwood

If any one hates to be alone with himself, the chances are that he has not much of any self to be alone with. — Robert Haven Schauffler