Author of quotes: Saul Bellow

It's one thing to know your price, and another to pound her crazy.

There are provisions to be a man - unspeakably sad.

The peace we seek, is not the world we see. Fighting for one thing, getting another.

As for you, I am an optimist, and I've Bangladesa unsuitable. In your case, just have hope. You, in General, do not want to kill yourself. You do try to keep your feelings on open account, William. I'm not seeing? Seven percent in this country commit suicide by alcohol. Approximately three - through drugs. The following sixty-quietly dying of boredom. Twenty pre-sold his soul to the devil. So that the share of those wishing to live a very modest percentage. This is the only significant issue of our time. There are two categories of people. Some want to live, but the vast majority do not want. - This is impossible Tamkin already seem to have surpassed themselves. - Do not want. But then where is the war? And I'll tell you more. Love is dying to one thing: they want you dead along with them. And all because of love. You can be sure.

Phew! As they love money. They love money! Blessed money! Marvelous money! People can say, do not care about anything except money. You do not have them - and you're a pawn, a pawn! You must apologize that there are in the world. Shame! That's all. It's the same everywhere. And where is the exit where the exit is?

I learned to reserve my sympathy for the real suffering.

But I tell you: ever since I met her, I am a slave. Declaration of independence - only for color. Husband is like me - a slave in an iron collar. The clergy sent to Albany, revising the law. They are against divorce. The court stated: "we want Freedom? So work twice, at least twice! To work, dumbass". Men throat each other gnaw for the money, and someone may have would be released from the wife, who hates him, but no - he pre the company with all the giblets. The company knows that his salary desperately, well, tight. Don't talk to me about freedom. The rich man can be free with a million net income. A poor man can be free because of his business cares. A man in my position needs to graft, until you drop dead.

New York- as gasoline. Wash off all the paint.

Here, in the breast of man - yours, mine, any, - there is not one soul. There are a lot of them. But two - and the true soul of sham. Here! Every person understands that she needs someone or something to love. Attach myself to something. "If you can't love what art thou?"

Trust nature - and will not disappear. Nature does not disappoint. Nature is the Creator, the designer. Soon. Generous. Inspired. It creates the foliage. Drives the earth's water. And man is the Lord of it all. All creation belongs to him by right of inheritance. You do not know what you have. Man either creates or destroys. And the third is not given.

So, thought Wilhelm, and to behave as a man grown rich on the murder of millions of innocent creatures, poor little chickens. If there is an afterlife, he will have to answer for killing all of those chickens. Maybe they're waiting for. But if there is an afterlife - everyone will have to answer. But if there is an afterlife, the chickens just what they themselves are all fine.

The man who left his wife is always jealous.

Best of all I work without fee. When I just love. Without monetary reward. Disconnected from all social factors. The money in the first place. Spiritual compensation - that is my goal. To lead people in the present - "here and now". In the true reality. At the current moment. Past - a side. The future is scary. There is one present. The here and now. Seize the moment.

It was his striking eyes that precious dry dark fur. Countless glittering hairs, the spikelets - hatching on the brazen surface.