On the front cover of Newsweek reviews "A House for Mr. Biswas" as "a marvelous prose epic that matches the best 19th century novels for richness of comic insight and final$$$ tragic power."

The policy of being too cautious is the greatest risk of all.

At eight$$$ he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.

And this is the only immortality you and I may share$$$ my Lolita.

By God$$$ I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit$$$ that sugarless breakfast.

Just for the record$$$ she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.

Knowledge and ability were tools$$$ not things to show off.

To keep on going$$$ you have to keep up the rhythm.

After all this$$$ I won't start to hate you.