There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

Those who prefer their principles over their happiness, they refuse to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have attached to their happiness.

There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.

You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.

As for those whose role it is to love us - I mean, relatives and in-laws (what a word)- It's a different tune. They find the right word, but it's usually the one that wounds.

Any country where I am not bored is a country that teaches me nothing.

There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. ...with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.