Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice. - William Faulkner

It was that his words, his telling, just did not synchronize with what his hearers believed would (and must) be the scope of a single individual.

We have a few old mouth-to-mouth tales; we exhume from old trunks and boxes and drawers letters without salutation or signature, in which men and women who once lived and breathed are now merely initials or nicknames out of some now incomprehensible affection which sound to us like Sanskrit or Chocktaw; we see dimly people, the people in whose living blood and seed we ourselves lay dormant and waiting, in this shadowy attenuation of time possessing now heroic proportions, performing their acts of simple passion and simple violence, impervious to time and inexplicable.

Poate că au avut dreptate când au pus dragostea în cărți, se prea poate ca ea să nu poată exista în altă parte.