The World Motivation
Either you go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper or you come home to Manderley with me.
“Truth was something intangible, unseen, which sometimes we stumbled upon and did not recognize, but was found, and held, and understood only by old people near their death, or sometimes by the very pure, the very young.”
“I wondered how many people there were in the world who suffered, and continued to suffer, because they could not break out from their own web of shyness and reserve, and in their blindness and folly built up a great distorted wall in front of them that hid the truth.”
“I might say that we have paid for freedom. But I have had enough melodrama in this life, and would willingly give my five senses if they could ensure us our present peace and security. Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind of course we have on moments of depression; but there are other moments too, when time, unmeasured by the clock, runs on into eternity.”
“Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets.”
“I love you so much' he whispered. 'So much.”
“Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We’re supposed to be exercising.”
“Artemis: "Right, brothers. Onward. Imagine yourself seated at a cafe in Montmartre.”
“Look!" said Foaly, pointing with some urgency into the vast steel-gray gloom, "Someone who cares!”
“I bet," said Mulch, "that you would set the world on fire just to watch it burn.”
“No single thing abides; and all things are fucked up.”
“How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it”
“They were all fitting into place, the jig-saw pieces. The odd strained shapes that I had tried to piece together with my fumbling fingers and they had never fitted. Frank's odd manner when I spoke about Rebecca. Beatrice and her rather diffident negative attitude. The silence that I had always taken for sympathy and regret was a silence born of shame and embarrassment. It seemed incredible to me now that I had never understood. I wondered how many people there were in the world who suffered, and continued to suffer, because they could not break out from their own web of shyness and reserve, and in their blindness and folly built up a great wall in front of them that hid the truth. This was what I had done. I had built up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the truth. Had I made one step forward out of my own shyness Maxim would have told these things four months, five months ago.”