It … wasna a scream of fear, or even anger. It … ehm … well, it was the way a woman will scream, sometimes, if she’s … pleased.” “In bed, you mean.” It wasn’t a question. “So do men. Sometimes.” You idiot! Of all the things you might have said …

Life is a blank sheet of a paper given in our hands, it's upto our choice whether to write good things or bad things.

Incredulity and indifference were her only reaction: incredulity, because she could not conceive of what would bring human beings to such a state —indifference, because she could not regard those who reached it, as human any longer.

It just means you are the sum total of your data. No man escapes that.

Written By Don DeLillo

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