Book: Cloud Atlas. Page 1

I forget all the time that he died. All the time I think he went somewhere for the job and come right back.

The devil, Sixsmith, hiding in the pronouns.

A farce in the bedroom when it is actually incredibly sad.

... you believe it in a million different beliefs, if you will find Shaw only one of them will be able to help you.

Oh woman, woman! They strive to find in your words the bad value, put it under your nose and say: Look what you threw at me!

You are allowed to feel mixed up and turned inside out. This...existential nausea that you are experiencing, it only proves that you are truly human.

To compose means to be lonely sickeningly...

In his youth, the heart plays a little more fortissimo than the head.

The world isn't recovering from war and seeking only rest for a few years.

The girl, who appreciates irony, I must lurk some depth...

The artist lives in two worlds...

Wouldn't wish syphilis and the worst of enemies! Well, maybe one or two.

Science will invent increasingly bloody warfare, yet the ability of mankind to the destruction of not surpass the ability to create, and therefore our civilization is moving toward self-destruction.

No war breaks out without warning. They start with a small glow on the horizon. War approaching. A wise man watching the smoke and is ready to leave the neighborhood.