Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?

I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.

People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.