Book: Sartoris

When I'm home, I always come to mind apples, or green, or the color of the sea somewhere in distant lands, and I indulge in sadness because I can't be everywhere at once.

Miss Jenny said she was too old to jeopardize eternal happiness, driving to the Church with a speed of fifty miles an hour, what sins she has as many as she can afford in the normal way of life, and besides, she needs something to settle on the heavens and the soul of the old Bayard, especially now when they are young Bayard rush around every day risking to break his neck. About the soul of the young Bayard and miss Jenny wasn't worried - his soul was not.

But they have secrets - she explained, - Shakespeare has no secrets. He says everything.
- It is clear. Shakespeare lacked the restraint of tact. In other words, he was not a gentleman.
Perhaps that's what I wanted to say.
- So, to be a gentleman, have secrets.

They understand that letters are only good to serve as a footbridge connecting the intervals between actions.

Not everyone who interprets about the sky, destined to get there.

A reproduction of a Corot and two done dry point prints in the narrow frame on freshly painted, immaculately gray walls, new carpet, warm dark yellow tones, not covered by anything table and four chairs in fumed oak - all of these things, clean, impersonal, and affordable, at a glance, reveal the soul of their owner, the soul although constrained at the moment by material difficulties, however the same herself fate assigned and is determined one day to carry out their functions surrounded by Persian carpets, mahogany or teak, and one perfect print on the pristine walls.

- Miss Jenny! How can you say this, John, after...
- Nonsense! - said miss Jenny. The war just gave John a good excuse to go to the light. Otherwise he would have died in any other way, bringing a lot of trouble all around.

When a person begins to kill people, it is almost always necessary to kill them more and more. And when he kills, he has himself a dead man.

- You advise me to marry? - asked Narcissus.
- I do not advise anyone to get married. You will not be happy, but women have not yet reached such a degree of civilization, to feel happy not married, so you might as well try.

She turned on the light, undressed, took to bed and book again vigorously suppressed their thoughts - so the person holding under water the puppy until it stops beating.

Not everyone who interprets about the sky, destined to get there...

Women got a lot to give. They're not like men. The spirit of contradiction by nature: you will not please them - complaining, hard to please - all they do is whine.