"And I rose, and I left her there, and I returned to my tent. Later that night she came to me. There was a rustling of the tent flap and the bedclothes, and she was there. And when I have forgotten everything else about her - the redness of her wig and the little upside-down 'v' between her eyes, and the tightness of her jaws, and her clipped talk, and all her little mannerisms of gesture, and her body warm as the heart of a star, and her strange indictment of the man I once might have been, I will remember this - that she came to me when I needed her, that she was warm, soft, and that she came to me."

"Уважаемая редакция, Вам всякие идиоты постоянно пишут разную чепуху. вот и я решил написать..."

Все-таки это дневник и цитаты, соответственно, подбираются под мое настроение. Сегодня день прошел так, что до самого вечера ничего толком не подобралось. Только "разная чепуха".

"You start pretending to have fun, you might even have a little by accident."

"It was a soft, feminine voice, almost an inviting voice, the sort of voice you could have a few drinks with..."

"Verbindlichkeit ist der menschliche Anspruch an die Verläßlichkeit."

"Man mag Menschen, die der Seele Nahrung zukommen lassen."