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61 " War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones. "
― Barbara Kingsolver , The Lacuna
62 " There are some who'd hardly lift a finger for kindness, but they would haul up a load of rock to dump on some soul they think's been too lucky. "
63 " Soli, let me tell you. The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don't know. "
64 " In the long run, most of us spend about fifteen minutes total in the entanglements of passion, and the rest of our days looking back on it, humming the tune. "
65 " How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want. "
66 " It's a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else. "
67 " Bitter words normally evaporate with the moisture of breath, after a quarrel. In order to become permanent, they require transcribers, reporters, complicit black hearts. "
68 " Because nothing wondrous can come in this world unless it rests on the shoulders of kindness. "
69 " An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragments of the past roll around heavily in the chambers of an empty brain, shedding bits of color, a sentence or a fragrance, something that changes and then disappears. It drops like a stone to the bottom of the cave. "
70 " Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he's entitled to joy rather than submission? "
71 " You know reviewers, they are the wind in their own sails. "
72 " Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks. "
73 " Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of tortilla soup, steaming with cilantro and lime. Cats stalk lizards among the clay pots around the fountain, doves settle into the flowering vines and coo their prayers, thankful for the existence of lizards. The potted plants silently exhale, outgrowing their clay pots. Like Mexico's children they stand pinched and patient in last year's too-small shoes. "
74 " I should like to write my books only for the dear person who lies awake reading in bed until page last, then lets the open book fall gently on her face, to touch her smile or drink her tears. "
75 " No reporter worth his buttons will let the facts intrude on a good story. "
76 " To think is not always to see. "
77 " Modern people are just like ancient ones, only more numerous. "
78 " The power of words is awful, Frida. Sometimes I want to bury my typewriter in a box of quilts. The radio makes everything worse, because of the knack for amplifying dull sounds. Any two words spoken in haste might become law of the land. But you never know which two. You see why I won't talk to newsmen. "
79 " If you're standing in the manure pile, it's somebody's job to mention the stink. "
80 " Look, if I don't flirt with you, you should take that as a compliment. I don't always respect myself, but I almost never respect men. They're like flowers all showy, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground. But you I respect. I always did. From the first day I saw you. "