fuck yeah, literary quotes

Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

Why, if there is anything in supply and demand, life is the cheapest thing in the world.

There were days when he crept to the edge of the forest and stood and listened to something calling him far and away.