“He was possessed of a belief that nothing existed, or to be more precise, that only when things were perceived could we be sure that they existed. He troubled himself in arguments, therefore, that when he was not in his… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“There are some who believe that the mind is a blank tablet, on which experience is writ until the page be full, and the cryptic world is known; but I see rather that my own life hath been one long… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“...Often that which most we fear births the resolve that spurs us on to altitudes we could not have achieved, had we continued walking… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“We were as strangers, in the moment-as intimate as strangers-for strangers know more of us, and can judge of us more without reproach than… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I went to him & put my Hand upon his Shoulder. Said he to me, “God forgive me. Her Name — I never knew… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Maybe these are our salad days." "Huh?" "You know. Happy." "What's happy about a salad?" She shrugged. "Ranch," she said.” — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“The British Army and Navy sang a rousing song called "Heart of Oak"; the rebels had writ one to counter it called "The Liberty… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“We could sing to lift our spirits,’ one of them suggested. Believe me, you want me to end the chapter now.” — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Who do we seek, my spies? Again and again, I announce to the world: I. M. Realdom! I. M. Realdom! I. M. Realdom! I… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I run through the woods, at once applauding myself for my wit-" "Well deserved, sir. Well deserved." "And at the self instant, I am… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“You know who you should ask about this? My pal Ray, who works with me. He could tell you all about this." Lily's dad… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“ We enter a time of calamity. Blood on the tarmac. Fingers in the juicer. Towers of air frozen in the lunar wastes. Models… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Each of us hides our own private Delaware lost in the gray jungle-tangle of our brains. No one else can know its depths and… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Altruism is the kind of pie best eaten with a lot of gravy and little inspection of the kind of kidney it's stuffed with.” — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“He was possessed of a belief that nothing existed, or to be more precise, that only when things were perceived could we be sure… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I hope thou shalt never retreat beneath the ground. The sun is thy inheritance. The sky is thy birthright. Stay here, my boy, and… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Almost nothing lives here anymore, except where we plant it? No. No, no, no. We don’t know any of that. We have tea parties… — M.T. Anderson Copy Share Image
