Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

Existentialism is about being a saint without God; being your own hero, without all the sanction and support of religion or society.

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

The lessons taught in great books are misleading. The commerce in life is rarely so simple and never so just.

I suppose what one wants really is ideal company and books are ideal company.

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.