4: I don't care anymore about looking perfect, it's so overrated! And 5: I don't need a nose job or blond hair, 'cause my sex-god boyfriend likes me JUST the way I am! Result!

Everyone else had the look of tired patience people always got when listening to a sermon, no matter what the century.

Lookin' so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn't know.
Could'a loved you all my life,
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold.
And you got your share of secrets,
And I'm tired of being last to know.
And now you're asking me to listen
'Cause it's worked each time before.

In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It's like a million eyes are looking at you and you don't really know what they think.

I've never had a problem with the way I look. I'd rather have lunch with my friends than go to a gym.

But tell me:
what you're gonna do,
when you don't have your crew?
You're lookin' in the mirror,
but yourself you never knew.
I don't really care if you're a Gentile or a Jew.
When you come to me, you better speak upon the true.

Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick black letters down the inside of his arm so that when he looks at his wrist he will remember not to hate himself so much. What he keeps forgetting is that there is life after survival.

Sengcan: I am riddled with sickness. Please absolve me of my sin.
Huike: Bring your sin here and I will absolve you.
Sengcan [after a long pause]: When I look for my sin, I cannot find it.
Huike: I have absolved you. You should live by the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha.

Creativity comes from looking for the unexpected and stepping outside your own experience. Computers simply cannot do that.

You just have to look different ... then seemingly anything can be said and done to you as your outer appearance reduces you to the status of a non-human being.

At first Onitsha looked very strange to Chike. He could not say who was a thief or kidnapper and who was not. In Umuofia every thief was known, but here even people who lived under the same roof were strangers to one another.

He had not applauded, he had remained seated, but he had looked at her steadily. From the depths of eternity he had looked at her and Rosalind became immortal. If I could believe him, she thought, if only I could believe him!

[last line] The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

He didn’t seem to notice it, but just before they started playing again, he sipped from it and looked toward me, and nodded. Then he put it back on top of the piano. For me, then, as they began to play again, it glowed and shook above my brother’s head like the very cup of trembling.

[to a Doberman Pinscher] Look, defenseless babies!

I'm a scientist. Or I was. I am… Anyway, have you heard of Alchemax? I used to work there. I was considered handsome by scientist standards. I had a little accident. Now look at me! (Give me my foot. Oh, man.)