Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

It was like wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and what-it-meant.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

Love requires Context.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.