“Someday you'll remember what I said and you'll thank me for it."Francie wished adults would stop telling her that. Already the load of thanks in the future was weighing her down. She figured she'd have to spend the best years of her womanhood hunting up people to tell them that they were right and to thank them.””
“A little white woman, . . . [a] tiny little white woman I could fit in my pocket.’ . . . ‘And I don’t know why I’m surprised. You don’t even notice it – you never notice. You think it’s normal. Everywhere we go, I’m alone in this… this sea of white. I barely know any black folk any more, Howie. My whole life is white. I don’t see any black folk unless they be cleaning under my feet in the fucking café in your fucking college. Or pushing a fucking hospital bed through a corridor . . . ‘I gave up my life for you. I don’t even know who I am any more.’ . . . ‘Could you have found anybody less like me if you’d scoured the earth? . . . My leg weighs more than that woman. What have you made me look like in front of everybody in this town? You married a big black bitch and you run off with a fucking leprechaun?””
“For as Molly looked at him, she felt an immediate … she didn’t know what. Despite her love of the language arts, she also possessed an analytic mind, and that mind straightaway tried to seek out the why. And it couldn’t unearth the reason apart from his smile. Or, rather, how he smiled at her”
“It’s called Starseek,” she said, “and this is the star.” “Is it a real star?” Picket asked, his head cocked sideways and his whiskers twitching. “No, little one,” Heather said, “a real star hangs in the sky at night, along with a million others. This is just a game.” “A game?” Picket said. “Maybe they’re all for games.””
“When I think of the books I love, there’s always a little laughter in the dark. I love Jane Eyre; I don’t love Wuthering Heights. I love Tolstoy; I don’t love Dostoevsky. I love Joyce; I don’t love Proust. I love Nabokov; I don’t love Pasternak. I don’t think I’m a funny person, but the fiction I grew up on was leavened with humor”
“The boy was in the Hitler Youth, he says, and he was reading a book one day, he was really enjoying it, until his troop leader found him reading it and gave him a severe warning because it was by a, a Jewish writer, it was a banned book. And the boy was so incensed that this really good book he’d been reading had been banned”
“Dans le système de la liberté naturelle, le souverain n'a que trois devoirs à remplir ; trois devoirs, à la vérité, d'une haute importance, mais clairs, simples et à la portée d'une intelligence ordinaire. - Le premier, c'est le devoir de défendre la société de tout acte de violence ou d'invasion de la part des autres sociétés indépendantes. - Le second, c'est le devoir de protéger, autant qu'il est possible, chaque membre de la société contre l'injustice ou l'oppression de tout autre membre, ou bien le devoir d'établir une administration exacte de la justice. - Et le troisième, c'est le devoir d'ériger et d'entretenir certains ouvrages publics et certaines institutions que l'intérêt privé d'un particulier ou de quelques particuliers ne pourrait jamais les porter à ériger ou à entretenir, parce que jamais le profit n'en rembourserait la dépense à un particulier ou à quelques particuliers, quoiqu'à l'égard d'une grande société ce profit fasse beaucoup plus que rembourser les dépenses.””
“He deserved someone better than me--but no, I told myself, that wasn't quite right. He'd deserved someone different from me. Someone who could love him fully. Didn't we all deserve that? I wanted to believe so.””
“Picket turned, smiled, and rushed Lallo with a leaping kick, which sent the surprised buck to the ground. Picket didn’t leave him there. He kicked his glider pack so that it crashed into Lallo’s head, then snagged several signal flags from a nearby shelf and attacked the astonished rabbit with them. Lallo blocked the first blow, then kicked out and missed as Picket dodged to the side and drove a flag’s thick handle into his middle. Lallo gasped, sinking to his knees. Picket rose and kicked him down. “How many weapons do I have?” Picket asked. “A thousand?” Lallo gasped. “Lesson one,” Picket said, extending a hand to the crumpled buck. “Everything’s a weapon.””
“[On] a accoutumé les peuples à croire que leur intérêt consistait à ruiner tous leurs voisins ; chaque nation en est venue à jeter un oeil d'envie sur la prospérité de toutes les nations avec lesquelles elle commerce, et à regarder tout ce qu'elles gagnent comme une perte pour elle. Le commerce, qui naturellement devait être, pour les nations comme pour les individus, une lien de concorde et d'amitié, est devenu la source la plus féconde des haines et des querelles. Pendant ce siècle et le précédent, l'ambition capricieuse des rois et des ministres n'a pas été plus fatale au repos de l'Europe, que la sotte jalousie des marchands et des manufacturiers. L'humeur injuste et violente de ceux qui gouvernent les hommes est un mal d'ancienne date, pour lequel j'ai bien peur que la nature des choses humaines ne comporte pas de remède ; mais quant à cet esprit de monopole, à cette rapacité basse et envieuse des marchands et des manufacturiers, qui ne sont, ni les uns ni les autres, chargés de gouverner les hommes, et qui ne sont nullement faits pour en être chargés, s'il n'y a peut-être pas moyen de corriger ce vice, au moins est-il bien facile d'empêcher qu'il ne puisse troubler la tranquillité de personne, si ce n'est de ceux qui en sont possédés.””
