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1 " The best way to keep from being a victim is to write your own terms.” It "
― Jean Hegland , Still Time
2 " Each … breeze,” he says, watching the ripple of the bright, unfurling leaves, “will be me, missing. You.” Smiling "
3 " Humanism, he continued, leaning toward his colleagues with the zeal of his conviction even as he stumbled over his words, that holds as its core value the belief that human beings can learn and grow and change, and that art—and literature—can fuel that evolution. But "
4 " In sooth, I know not why I am so sad. "
5 " Guy walks into the doctor’s office,” the clownish fool retorts, “says, ‘Doc, I’ve hurt my arm in several places.’ ‘So,’ his doctor says, ‘stay outta those places.’” “How "
6 " tragedy is suffering elevated into art, it’s art that helps humans endure—and sometimes even transcend—their suffering. It’s "
7 " He who ends with the most understanding wins. "
8 " They do not die ignorant of either their own follies or of life’s worth. Instead, they die in the fullest possible knowledge of who they are, of what they lived for, of the mistakes that they have made. "
9 " her final words seem to ripple outward like waves of water from a thrown stone—don’t remember don’t remember don’t remember don’trememberdon’t “Remember? "
10 " Anything we think we know about a situation or someone else or even ourselves is always limited by that old trap, point of view. Just as we are all of us stuck in time, so we are also stuck inside ourselves, doomed to live and die inside our own thick skulls. “As "
11 " We can never see our own faces directly, never look straight into our own eyes. "
12 " Guys were first effigies, then urchins. But always male, "
13 " It is the size of the characters’ desires that helps to make a sad story a tragedy. "
14 " he explains that tragedy’s most cruel lesson is not that human beings are flawed, or that fate can be unkind, but that no one can ever slip the bonds of time. Outside, "
15 " And humanism—that transcendent vision that spans centuries and religions in its celebration of reason, responsibility, art, and examined lives—has been tossed out like old bathwater, leaving humanity naked and shivering on the dirty ground. He "
16 " Or if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound Swift as a shadow, short as any dream Brief as the lightening in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth; And ere a man hath power to say “Behold!” The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.’” “Brava! "
17 " Thou wouldst not think how ill all’s here about my heart Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth So "
18 " The jaws of darkness do devour it up All’s cheerless, dark, and deadly. The best is past Thou’lt come no more Sally "
19 " It was right for his speech to be a failure, since what he had been defending was a lie. "
20 " When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. He "
