“I think if I gave you my heart, you would treat it tenderly.”
― Kings Rising
― Kings Rising
“That’s right. He is Charls. I am Charls. We are cousins,’ said Charls, gamely, ‘named after our grandfather. Charls.”
― Kings Rising
― Kings Rising
“Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me than men had walked on the moon. “No,” he said, putting down his fork.
“It’s true,” chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way.
“I don’t believe it.”
“I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television.”
“How did they get there? When did this happen?"”
― The Secret History
“It’s true,” chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way.
“I don’t believe it.”
“I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television.”
“How did they get there? When did this happen?"”
― The Secret History
“Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
we people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
and he was always human when he talked;
but still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
to make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
and went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
went home and put a bullet through his head.”
―
we people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
and he was always human when he talked;
but still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
to make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
and went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
went home and put a bullet through his head.”
―
“It is impossible to say just what I mean!”
― The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
― The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
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