“Now would you do me a favor?' From somewhere inside me came this devastating assault to make me cry. But I withstood. I would not cry. I would merely indicate to Jennifer - by the affirmative nodding of my head… — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
Professors of classics - not even a professor of English - professors of classics, they're something sacred; it's almost like being a priest. — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love. — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
“Let's just run, huh?" Bob picked up the pace, hoping to tire his partner into silence. "That reminds me," Bernie puffed, "you know what you've told me is buried in the Fort Knox of my brain. The whole Gestapo couldn't get it out of me. But--" "But what?" "I'd really like to tell Nance. I mean husbands and wives shouldn't… — Erich Segal Copy Share
Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons. — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver. — Erich Segal Copy Share
“I mean, imagine for a second Olivero Barretto, some nice Italian kid from down the block in Cranston, Rhode Island. He comes to see Mr. Cavilleri, a wage-earning pastry chef of that city, and says, "I would like to marry your only daughter, Jennifer." What would the old man's first question be? (He would not question Barretto's love, since to… — Erich Segal Copy Share
Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that… — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
“What the hell makes you smart?" I asked. "I wouldn't go for coffee with you." "Listen - I wouldn't ask you." "That," she replied,… — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done. — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
