Erich Segal quotes:

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  • True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.

  • I wrote 'Yellow Submarine' for the Beatles. I wrote the screenplay for 'The Games,' about the Olympic Games. I wrote 'Love Story,' both the novel and the screenplay. I wrote 'RPM' for Stanley Kramer. Plus, I wrote two scholarly books and a 400-page translation from the Latin, and I dated June Wilkinson!

  • I went into Harvard one way and came out a different person... It's the air at Harvard; it's like a Renaissance court.

  • Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.

  • 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. And the Beatles. And me.

  • 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.

  • Professors of classics - not even a professor of English - professors of classics, they're something sacred; it's almost like being a priest.

  • And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.

  • I think the Peace Corps is a fine thing, don't you?" he said. "Well," I replied, "it's certainly better than War Corps.

  • I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.

  • Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

  • Part of being a big winner is the ability to be a big loser. There is no paradox involved. It is a distinctly Harvard thing to be able to turn any defeat into victory

  • Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.

  • It takes someone very special to help you forget someone very special.

  • This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.

  • Sometimes I amaze even myself.

  • What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?

  • Jenny, if you're so convinced I'm a loser, why did you bulldoze me into buying you coffee?' She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. 'I like your body,' she said.

  • although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.

  • He had then warned his daughter not to violate the Eleventh Commandment. "Which one is that?" I asked her. "Do not bullshit thy father," she said.

  • Something may have been lost in translation, but it certainly wasn't love

  • Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness

  • The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.

  • 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, "is what makes you stupid.

  • We have turned doctors into gods and worship their deity by offering up our bodies and our souls - not to mention our worldly goods. And yet paradoxically, they are the most vulnerable of human beings. Their suicide rate is eight times the national average. Their percentage of drug addiction is one hundred times higher And because they are painfully aware that they cannot live up to our expectations, their anguish is unquantifiably intense. They have aptly been called 'wounded healers.' " ~ Barney Livingston, M.D. (Doctors, 1989)

  • The explanations for the things we do in life are many and complex. Supposedly mature adults should live by logic, listen to their reason. Think things out before they act. But maybe they never heard what Dr. London told me one, Freud said that for the little things in life we should react according to our reason. But for really big decisions, we should heed what our unconscious tells us.

  • What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she asked. "I never see his face." "He wears a mask?" "In a way, yes. Of stone. Of absolute stone.

  • Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that either can be fatal?

  • There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.

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