Problems of human behavior still continue to baffle us, but at least in the Library we have them properly filed.

Death is only a small interruption.

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.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

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.

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