“Most convicted felons are just people who were not taken to museums or Broadway musicals as children.”

“Look, words are like the air: they belong to everybody. Words are not the problem; it's the tone, the context, where those words are aimed, and in whose company they are uttered. Of course murderers and victims use the same words, but I never read the words utopia, or beauty, or tenderness in police descriptions. Do you know that the Argentinean dictatorship burnt The Little Prince ? And I think they were right to do so, not because I do not love The Little Prince , but because the book is so full of tenderness that it would harm any dictatorship.”

“هائلٌ هو الحزن الذى فى مقدور رجل وامرأة أن يخلُقاهفيما بينهما،مثلما هما كبيران ذانك العصفورانالواقفان على الغصن يتناقرانوكبيرةٌ هى الشجرة نفسهامع أمطار تحت الشمسباديةٍ على وجههاستمطر أم لن تمطر؟سيغرّد العصفوران نفساهما؟هل سيدومتدفق ذلك الحزن الهائل مثل بحيرةأو بحرٍ بين رجل وامرأة؟هل سيطير الحزن بين شجرة وشجرة؟مثل خطوات وحيدة فى غرفة؟مثل لآلىء فى الهواء؟مثل ألواح مثل جسورٍ مدمرَّة؟ثمة غُصَين سقط على الغصنطافيا.هائل هو الحزن الذى فى مقدوررجل وامرأة أن يسبّباه لنفسيهمامثلما هو هائل إبحار الغصن فى البحيرةمبتلاً بجسارتهِ ذاتِها.”

“Nosotros arrastramos los pies en ríos de sangre seca, almas que se pegaron a la tierra por amor, no queremos otros mundos que el de la libertad y esta palabra no la palabreamos porque sabemos hace mucha muerte que se habla enamorado y no del amor, se habla claro, no de la claridad, se habla libre, no de la libertad.”

“You just want to see me naked,” Alec peeled off his shirt, thenpopped the buttons on his jeans and slid them low on his hips.“I’ve seen you naked. Or have you forgotten?”Alec winced when Grier probed the wound. “Oh yeah. What’dyou think, by the way?”“The room was cold, so I won’t hold it against you.”

“She was aware that reason had left the room. She was not sorry to see it go.”

“The great myth of our times is that technology is communication.”