A complete woman is probably not a very admirable creature. She is manipulative, uses other people to get her own way, and works within whatever system she is in.

There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.

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

Like many rich men, he thought in anecdotes; like many simple women, she thought in terms of biography.

Life... is not simply a series of exciting new ventures. The future is not always a whole new ball game. There tends to be unfinished business. One trails all sorts of things around with one, things that simply won't be got rid of.

Time misspent in youth is sometimes all the freedom one ever has.

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