Every time I pass the concierge's window and catch the full icy impact of her glance I have an insane desire to throttle all the birds in creation. At the bottom of every frozen heart there is a drop or two of love – just enough to feed the birds.

I dont think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

He’s awake and listening to us,” said the old woman. “Sly little rascal.” She chuckled. “But royalty has need of slyness. And if he’s really the Kwisatz Haderach…well….

Эх! Узнать бы все грехи, какие только есть на свете! Я бы их один за другим перепробовал.

Written By John Steinbeck

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