What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me. — 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… — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
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 Image
“I mean, imagine for a second Olivero Barretto, some nice Italian kid from down the block in Cranston, Rhode Island. He comes to see… — Erich Segal Copy Share Image
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
