I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

If absolute truth belongs to anyone in this world, it certainly does not belong to the man or party that claims to possess it.

No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.

Fancy language, like poplin, too often conceals an eczema.

…there's no question of heroism in all this. It's a matter of common decency. That's an idea which may make some people smile, but the only means of fighting a plague is - common decency.

I do not want to believe that death is the gateway to another life. For me, it is a closed door. I do not say it is a step we must all take, but that it is a horrible and dirty adventure.