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May. 23rd, 2008 05:47 pmfinished reading the quiet american
"Perhaps truth and humility go together; so many lies come from our pride."
"A man's body is limited in the acts which it can perform and mine was frozen by memory. What my hand touched that night might be more beautiful than I was used to, but we are not trapped only by beauty. She used the same perfume, and suddenly at the moment of entry the ghost of what I'd lost proved more powerful than the body stretched at my disposal. I moved away and lay on my back and desire drained out of me."
"Everything had gone right with me since he had died, but how I wished there existed someone to whom I could say that I was sorry."
"Perhaps truth and humility go together; so many lies come from our pride."
"A man's body is limited in the acts which it can perform and mine was frozen by memory. What my hand touched that night might be more beautiful than I was used to, but we are not trapped only by beauty. She used the same perfume, and suddenly at the moment of entry the ghost of what I'd lost proved more powerful than the body stretched at my disposal. I moved away and lay on my back and desire drained out of me."
"Everything had gone right with me since he had died, but how I wished there existed someone to whom I could say that I was sorry."
