Q and the Quotes

It struck him that in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy, but always against one's own body.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

There may be questions still unanswered, but that means that we need science, not that science is useless.

Women find themselves on battlefields, just as men do. We are given no weapons, and cannot be seen to fight. But fight we must, or perish.

Just for a moment she wished that she could shed herself like a snake's skin, and slide away to be somebody new.

What I think is that there is no perspective in grief, or in love. How can there be, when one person becomes the center of the universe — either because he has been lost or because he has been found?

People were animals, and animals were nothing but teeth. You bit first, and you bit often. That was the only way to survive.

Zeal was like gas, most dangerous when you could not see it. The wrong spark could light it at any time.

I am flesh and blood, not a fairy. I would break and bleed just like you.

But when you open a door, you have to close it behind you. You might say hello, but you also wind up saying good-bye.

He was tumbling through feelings he did not understand, and only knew that he wanted to run and scream.

Nobody good could feel what I feel. I am wicked and deceitful and full of rage. I cannot be saved.

I know it is hard for you to understand, but all that matters is how things appear. We have our story. That is what happened.

Her emotions were so large and strange that they seemed to be something outside her, vast cloud patterns roiling and colliding above while she watched.

When every door is closed, one learns to climb through windows. Human nature, I suppose.

Dead people bled silence.

Quiet people often have a weather sense that loud people lack. They feel the wind-changes of conversations, and shiver in the chill of unspoken resentments.