I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?

You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me — me, Jenny Gluckstein — like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is one thing — recognition is something else.

..no meal is good enough to justify all the money and effort wasted in preparing it. It is an illusion and an expense. Live as I do, undeceived.

I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.

The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things...Things must happen when it is time for them to happen.