Book: The right things

The devil's words are sweet.

Magic... isn't that the whole point? Evil, black magic; magic, which, instead of making people wonder and rejoice, turns them into angry bulls... but still magic. And what is the main secret of any magic? Deceit!

The night roared like a lion wounded in the throat with a poisoned spear.

I so wanted the pain to go away, Alan ... I wanted it, yes, but I didn't need it. I can love you and fight the pain at the same time. I think the pain will make everything else seem even better ... like a good setting ennobles a diamond.

Can't a woman keep her pride?! When there is nothing left - no heart, no soul, no man you love - you will keep pride, little Miss Polly Frisco. The last coin, without which your wallet will be completely empty. May this be your consolation – pathetic and bitter – for the rest of your life. At least that little. There has to be anything left, because if it goes on like this, you really have nothing left but your beautiful pride.

Alan Pangborn looked at his hands, looked through them into a void so thick and black that one could only feel it, but not see it. It suddenly occurred to him that today, perhaps, he lost Polly, and not for a while - until the misunderstanding is cleared up - but forever. And this means that he has about thirty-five to forty years of life ahead of him, devoid of any meaning.

It seemed to be enveloped in a dark cloud - not quite, quite black, no, but still quite dark and making it difficult to see what was happening around. This is what makes our grief so fragile.

Crazy doesn't have to think about tomorrow. Crazy future is less worried about everything.

... deep down (in the vault of mysteries and secrets, where needs and fears crowding, shoving elbows, like passengers in a crowded subway car) she knew that even if she comes in here again, she's no longer anything here not buy.

It's really hard to know what your view of man is wrong... you think you know this person... but suddenly, I don't know. It is difficult to realize that the person that you loved was a mask.

Actually here the place all over the world, because everyone loves a freebie. Everyone loves to, not wanting to give... free drinks... even if it will cost them too much.

Unless the woman has no right to pride? Don't have it right at least a little, when there is nothing more and this is the only coin, tucked in the wallet? Yes, it does. And Yes. And again.

Men and women who can't let go of the past, ' said aunt Evvi. - That's who these ghosts. And they are not, - she waved a hand toward the coffin that stood next to the fresh grave. - Dead is dead. We bury them, and they remain in the ground.

We have a democracy. And sometimes we have to endure something that we don't like and what we categorically do not endorse.