Book: The English patient

If you are in a room with a problem don't talk to her.

How does it happen? Love falls on you or you fall into it - and somehow crumble to pieces.

It does not care how she behaves with others. He wants it here, wants to enjoy her haughty beauty, her ever changing mood. He wants them clung to each other like pages of a closed book, he wants to dissolve it to nothing was shared.

I didn't like poetry until I heard this woman reading poetry.

In the desert water is like treasure, you take it as the name of his beloved, in his hands, hold it to your lips and drink... a void... a Woman in Cairo slips out of the bed and leans over the window, putting the rain her naked white body...

Let's meet at the lunar hours, David. Where the weak become strong.

That's the tricky thing - the words: add the prefix, and the word will have a different meaning. To ponder means "to think", that is, to scatter the thoughts of the fine-meshed network, like sticky web or ruthless traps...

Echo is the soul of the voice, awakening in emptiness.

He likes to determine the nature of the lips. He believes that lips reveal some interesting traits from the whole spectrum of the personality of the interlocutor - from complacency to uncertainty. Heartless they have darker and gentle is lighter... But the eyes do not understand. The eyes can make a wrong opinion about a person and to be deceived.

... when we encounter those who fall in love, there is a niche in our soul that is historian, a bit of a pedant, who imagines or remembers this meeting, and at other times people passing by, not noticing. <...> But to fall in love, all parts of the body must be ready to accept the other person, all atoms must move in the same direction for the implementation of desires.

Of you have to read Kipling slowly. Watch carefully for the commas, and you will make natural pauses. He wrote with ink and pen. I think he's often off the page, staring at the window and listening to the birds singing, as do all writers, alone. <...> Think about the speed with which he wrote. Otherwise, the first paragraph will seem horrible and boring.

... the tears wear down stronger than any other job.

... words are much wiser than the violin.

War, like love, takes you out of balance.